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gothmikasagf · 3 months

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Project matchmaker

Pairings: Lucifer x gn!reader, huskerdust

Warnings: reader is bored, bad choices, Lucifer is clueless and just wants to make Charlie happy, very bad choices, some swearing, crack fic, don't take this too seriously, reader is a dumbass, no smut. You might experience second-hand embarassement, sorry not sorry.

Summary: Valentine's day is approaching and reader is bored and wants to play matchmaker with Angel Dust and Husker. Lucifer is accidentally roped into it because he wants to make a good impression on Charlie. Chaos ensues.

Word count: 3.5k

Notes: I apologize for everything in advance. English is not my first language. Let's pretend Lucifer is actually over Lilith for the sake of the fic. Very, very nervous to post this but here we go.

Residing at the Hazbin Hotel wasn't as bad as people made it out to be. It was actually pretty difficult to find free rent and good company in hell, so even if you weren't sure about the whole redeeming thing, you weren't bothered in the slightest.

You spent the majority of your days going along with Charlie's exercises and gossiping with Angel Dust whenever he was free. You thought of yourself as pretty lucky compared to the average sinner in hell, so you weren't really complaining.

Still, there was something missing, some other form of entertainment, a dynamic that would switch up daily life a little and make it less boring. And after the weekly movie night on Voxflix that's when it hit you.

Since Valentine's day was getting closer, you and Angel decided to watch a cheesy rom-com, one of those that makes you sigh and squeal even if you don't believe in that type of love outside of the screen. You were just wondering about who the main couple reminded you of with flirty banter and hidden stares when suddenly the best idea ever-kind of-came to you!

"You okay over there, toots?" Angel had looked over to you worriedly.

"Never been better!" you smiled at him and redirected your attention to the movie, a plan forming in your mind.

You weren't even sure if Valentine's day was still a thing in hell, but if it wasn't, you were going to bring it back.

What you didn't know, though, was that the very own king of hell was gonna be accidentally roped into your schemes. And that you would end up developing an embarrassing crush on him.

Two days after your (not so) brilliant idea, you were in front of Charlie's room, asking for an audience.

You were ready to oversell your cause if necessary, but you knew Charlie had a good heart, and the fact that this idea might be beneficial for the hotel gave you high hopes.

You told her how it would have been wonderful if you could decorate the hotel's lobby for Valentine's day because everyone deserves a little bit of love, especially in hell! And throwing a small party would surely attract some new sinners.

At the end it didn't take much convincing. Charlie was very happy to have the opportunity to lure more people into trying to redeem themselves, and Vaggie wasn't too opposed either, as long as it was kept civil.

And that's how you found yourself in this predicament.

"I think pink would be the best suited for it." You said to none other than the king of hell. He was hunched over a gigantic banner that read "Valentine's day" followed by various hearts, and his face was scrunched into a deep, concentrated face.

After your successful meeting with Charlie, you thought either she or Alastor would have been the ones helping you with the task of decorating the hotel, you didn't know how wrong you were. Alastor didn't want anything to do with the project, pretending to be fully immersed in who knows what he was able to come up with on the spot. And you guessed that's when the big boss of hell himself came into the picture; having heard of Alastor's failure, he immediately jumped in to try and make himself look better in Charlie's eyes, even if it meant having to work with a lowly sinner like you.

He wasn't as annoyed by your presence as you were expecting, even if you were kind of bossing him around to get everything perfect. You would have the time to regret this later, right now you couldn't afford to not have the right atmosphere for what you were planning.

He nodded in approval and magically switched the color from red to pink, leaving some red hearts to create a better effect.

This wasn't your first time meeting the king of hell, you were right there when he and Alastor started fighting over who was the best father figure to Charlie. Although you didn't get to talk much that time or the one after that, as he was busy kicking Adam's ass. You were amazed by his powers, as any sinner like you would, and you found him to be quite a peculiar person. So you were quite happy, and also a bit intimidated, to spend this time alone with him.

"Now it's perfect" you said, finally happy with the final result. You started to think of a way to put it up effectively without having to use the hotel's old and rusty ladder when he unfurled his wings and easily put it in place.

They were so majestic and you had never seen such a shade of pure white, it wasn't really common in hell. You wondered how he kept them so pristine after all those years.

"Are we done now?" He asked while landing gracefully on the ground.

You looked around the lobby and smiled proudly at yourself. The bar was adorned with pink and white garlands, and cute and small red hearts spread here and there. From the ceiling, some pink and white paper flowers you and Angel Dust made were hanging beautifully, and the banner just tied them all together.

"We're just missing a little something." You said, not looking at him in the eyes. This was going to be the real protagonist of the event, and convincing him was going to be crucial.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at you expectantly. "We just need some mistletoe right there" you pointed at a secluded corner near the bar, where surely you'd manage to rope Angel and Husker close enough so that they at least would have to address the heart eyes they sent each other all the time. They weren't being as subtle as they thought.

"Mistletoe?" Lucifer crossed his arms and looked at you, confused.

"Yeah, you know the one that people usually have to kiss under. I think it makes a lot more sense for Valentine's day than Christmas, if I have to be honest."

"That's-" he tried to say, but you interrupted him because you really needed it for the plan to continue.

"I know, I know, but I spoke to Charlie and we reached an agreement." you really hoped that mentioning Charlie's approval was going to be enough for him to do it. You also hoped he wouldn't actually ask her because you did not have her approval for it. You were playing dirty, but you couldn't just surrender halfway through victory.

The man in front of you sighed, but he did it, you secretly thanked your lucky stars and tried to act as less suspiciously as possible.

You were getting good at this. Maybe you should really start considering a career in matchmaking.

"What does the king of hell think?" You asked while admiring your work. Maybe he didn't exactly like you or find your company suitable for his tastes, but you still thought you did a pretty good job together.

"I think it's still missing something" he said, looking around. He had discarded the jacket and hat half an hour ago, and you were just noticing he looked really good without them.

You were so wrapped up in your little plan that you didn't even take a good look at him. And maybe it should have stayed that way because he was Charlie's father, and oh, when did the room start to become so hot?

"Maybe a duck or two" he whispered to himself while scanning the bar's decorations. You took a little break from the inner hyperventilating to look at the same spot as him.

Was it some sort of hell's tradition you weren't aware of?

Maybe it was the sudden temperature increase in the room, or maybe you just wanted to make a good impression after an hour and a half of bossing him around (what were you even thinking?) but you found yourself agreeing with him. "Yeah, maybe you're right."

That night, the party was in full swing. The hotel's residents and some other sinners who didn't hate the idea of the theme party were all gathered in the hotel's lobby.

Charlie was ecstatic and she was going from sinner to sinner to explain her cause and invite them to the hotel. A way less hyper Vaggie was following her around, making sure everything went smoothly.

Alastor was still nowhere in sight, maybe hanging out with his friend named Rosie; while Nifty was going around chasing with a knife two bugs she found banging. They weren't going to have a good Valentine's day.

You were sitting at the bar next to Angel Dust, who was happily chatting away with you and Husker.

Lucifer was nowhere to be seen; he had appeared just before the beginning of the party, proudly showing you "his latest creation". A pink rubber duck with a bow and a small red hat resembling his own was pushed in front of your face. "It's a backflipping duck who also spits fire, and it's Valentine's day themed!" He grinned at you.

"That's remarkable" you had said and placed it on the bar counter, away from prying hands that could use it for who knows what.

"This was such a great idea y/n! We should do this every year!" an excited Charlie appeared behind you. "My dad is gonna be back soon, but I have to say you two did a really good job with the place." She patted you on the back and went back to chasing sinners.

"Yeah, what prompted you to do that?" Husk asked from behind the bar. You looked at the drink in your hand and shrugged. "I was bored"

Angel Dust snickered from next to you. "Our little y/n watched too many romantic comedies and thought they would hit it off with short king and maybe go at it or-"

"Woah" you chocked on air while Husk hid a smirk pretending to wipe the counter. "Angel, what the fuck?" You looked around to make sure no one important was listening in on your conversation.

"You didn't say no" he laughed, throwing his head back while Husk was pretending to swipe the floor where a couple of the red hearts had fallen. He was so close to the mistletoe.

"Because I don't need to, you'd have to be crazy to think you can bag the king of hell of all people" you hiss while trying to think of a way to get Angel there too.

"Darling, his wife left years ago, and he clearly hasn't gotten it on with anyone yet; don't sell yourself short." You took the duck you had put away and pretended to throw it at him. Only you accidentally pressed it, and actual flames started to shoot out from its mouth, causing Angel to jump back and land on the floor right next to Husk!

Your eyes went wide, and you dropped the duck to the floor. "Shit, I'm so sorry"

"Oh wow, he fell right under it" a new voice added.

Lucifer was right behind you and sent you an amused but also slightly confused smirk. Did he think you tried to kill one of your friends to get him under the mistletoe? Well, no shit he disliked sinners.

"Under what?" Angel started massaging his ass cheeks, you winced a little, thinking the impact of landing on the hard floor must have hurt him.

"Oh, y/n didn't tell you? We put mistletoe right there" he pointed at the exact spot. Now you were starting to rethink this whole plan, but it was already too late, so you had no choice but to push through.

"You know the tradition, right?" Husk shot you an unimpressed look while Angel was still on the floor.

"C'mon, it's not like you have to make out like them" you pointed at two sinners who were getting it on in a corner ever since they stepped into the party. You couldn't really blame them, wasn't that the spirit of the festivity anyway? Any kind of love was supposedly appreciated.

Then something amazing actually happened: Husk took Angel's hand in his, kissed it lightly, and pulled a blushing version of the spider to his feet.

Considering the way they had been dancing around each other for months, this was a huge accomplishment, and it was all thanks to you! At that point, you were too busy mentally giving yourself a pat on the back for the good job to fully pay attention to something that resembled Charlie's squealing coming from the back of the room. Did she have a radar or something?

When you met Husk's eyes the next second, though, you knew you had to get out of there and fast or you were done for. "Happy Valentine's day" you winked at them before sprinting like the coward you were to the other side of the lobby, leaving Lucifer and his little pink duck to handle the consequences.

Realistically, Husk and Angel combined couldn't hurt him even if they tried really hard, so you weren't too worried for him, and the duck had demonstrated she could defend herself quite efficiently.

As the party drew to a close, Charlie had roped you all into helping to clean up the place. You were busy taking down the bar decorations, carefully putting them in a box to store them for the following year, when you felt someone come up behind you.

You turned around and saw Angel dust with a handful of the white and pink paper flowers. He was headed right for the box on the counter, not looking at you.

"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean for it to happen the way it did. You shouldn't have gotten hurt." You kept your eyes on the garlands, refusing to meet his eyes.

"No hard feelings toots, but next time I'm not letting you pick the movie. And no more romantic comedies for you" you laughed as he carefully maneuvered the flowers into the box.

"Okay, I deserved that" he smiled at you. You took one of the flowers and offered it to him as a peace offering.

He took it, careful not to ruin your hard work, and pretended to swoon over it. Your friendship was gonna be okay. Surely you were even now? You even gave up rom-coms for a while.

After successfully taking all of the decorations down, you were headed to throw the mistletoe into the trash. It had fulfilled his role and caused enough chaos already.

Halfway through the path to the trash can you spotted Lucifer magically fixing some of the hotel furnishings that had been destroyed by some sinners.

He stopped when he noticed you and started heading your way. Oh no, did he find out already? You couldn't just run the other way now.

"I just spoke to Charlie, and she was really happy about the party, but something tells me the mistletoe wasn't on the list of approved decorations" he raised an eyebrow at you, weight propped on his cane.

You huffed out a breath you didn't know you were holding in and scrambled your brain for an excuse. Surely he wouldn't hate you too much? Having the king of hell against you was already bad enough, but having the king of hell against you while you had a pathetic little crush on him was even worse.

"That was a personal project" you said reluctantly, looking everywhere but at him.

"Oh, and how did this project of yours go then?" you dared to take a quick look at his face, and his amused smirk, which made him look unfairly sexy by the way, was starting to make you think he was on his own personal mission to embarrass you.

"Fairly well, if we don't consider I almost cooked and burned one of my friends to a crisp. Sick duck, by the way."

"No, she's not sick, just themed." you almost burst out laughing at that. Maybe you should tell Charlie to keep him more up to date. "But maybe next time you shouldn't meddle with the heart's matters, you'll find out it's better if things just happen naturally" oh shit, how was he hot even while lecturing you? This wasn't good. He wasn't good for your sanity.

You held up the mistletoe to take one final look at it. "Yeah, lesson learned. I was just about to throw it out."

Only, Angel Dust chose that exact moment to carry out his revenge, and you should have absolutely seen it coming, it was once again your fault, and you could only blame yourself.

"Oh wow, they're right under it. You know the tradition, right?" He mocked. Husk was right behind him, two boxes in his hands, and he was holding in a laugh. They passed right by you and left you and Lucifer alone. You were really starting to question all of the choices that brought you to that moment.

Maybe if you asked him to kill you right there and then he would be kind enough to put an end to your suffering.

"Oh, fuck me" you muttered, your eyes scanning the lobby for the closest exit. Escaping without saying goodbye to Charlie wasn't an ideal solution, but you knew she wouldn't want to see your face ever again after this.

"Won't you at least let me take you out on a date first? I am more on the old fashioned side" he grinned.

You were sure you heard him wrong. It surely was one of those cases when you mix up what the person you like says in your imagination with what they actually say in real life. Was the mistletoe also hallucinogenic? You wouldn't be surprised if it was.

"I'm sorry for Angel Dust, sometimes he just doesn't know when to shut up" You immediately lowered your arm and hid the evil little thing behind your back.

"Should I take it as a no then?" he didn't stop smiling, but it looked less sincere now.

"Wait, oh-" you scrambled for an answer that wouldn't make you look even more pathetic "I would love to, but only if you mean it, this evil thing has already caused enough chaos" you finally tossed the mistletoe into the nearest trash can.

"Darling, you forget I'm the king of hell, no little plant has authority over me" he chuckles, and you smile at him.

If either of you noticed something resembling Charlie's squealing and her being dragged away by Vaggie, you didn't say anything. You didn't even think twice when you didn't see Angel Dust and Husk returning quite yet from depositing those two boxes into the storage closet; so you liked to think that at the end of the day, both you and Lucifer were right, letting things happen on their own was good, but a little push in the right direction didn't actually hurt anyone.

And when Lucifer planted both of his hands on your face to pull you into a kiss, you thought that maybe you shouldn't have thrown away the mistletoe at all.

#hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lucifer x reader #lucifer magne x reader #lucifer morningstar x you #lucifer morningstar x reader #husker x angel dust #huskerdust

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bubbysawyer · 12 days

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Thomas Hewitt : Schooltime Friend Blurb 3 (High School)

You were both inseparable, students and teachers knew. You were both glued to each other.

You grew up together, you learned together. You both knew you couldn't do without one another.

Thomas never spoke, but you made his chest feel kinda funny...

A dance came up again at your school and you sighed when you saw the posters.

"Why do we always have to have some sort of...dance each year? What's the point of these things..?" You huffed out. Thomas shrugged and looked at his feet.

He didn't like the dances..no one ever asked him to dance before you. He liked dancing with you at his house. The dances WERE pretty dumb. The music was annoying.

Thomas grabbed your hand and looked to the side before putting your hand to his chest...his way of asking you to dance with him.

You smiled. "Of course, Tommy. You know I'll always want to dance with you."

Your heart started to race. His heart started to race.

....You have a crush on your best friend. You have a-

You snapped out of it when the bell rang.

"Oh shoot- Science, let's go, Tommy." You kept his hand in yours as you both rushed to your classroom.

Hours Later

"I think that teacher might hate me.." you mumbled, making Thomas tilt his head.

"Think about it! I do my best and he's just...so mean, like, all the time..I dunno..." You trailed off. Thomas squeezed your hand. You squeezed back.

You arrived at his house. Luda greeted you as always and had dinner all ready to go. Charlie was...present, but his usual self. However he did say how he loved you in the house. That was nice.

After dinner you and Thomas helped clean up.

"Thank you sweetie for bein' so kind around here. I'll see you tomorrow," Luda mused as she went to her room.

You nodded and bit your lip. Thomas looked at you.

"...You...wanna dance?" You asked, and got a shy nod.

The both of you retreated to the backyard, awkwardly at first but steadily melting into a small, soft dance with one another.

"Thomas.."

He looked down.

"I..uh..."

You leaned up and kissed him before burrowing into his chest.

He was frozen for a good long while before stroking your hair and attempting to get you to look up again.

"Sorr-" He gently kissed you before you could get your apology out.

"...Oh..I.."

He blinked at you with those big, beautiful brown eyes.

"...Nothing." You leaned into his chest. "We should probably go to sleep."

Thomas nodded and walked you to his room, tucking you in next to him. You smiled.

"I...I love you, Thomas."

He purred and hugged you close. You knew what he meant.

#bubbyblurbs #slasher x reader #leatherface #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader

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pastafossa · 11 months

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Charlie Cox experience at Philly Fan Expo 2023

So LET”S TALK ABOUT ME MEETING CHARLIE. I’m actually going to make two posts - this one just about my experiences with Charlie, because they were incredibly meaningful and deserve their own post, and then another one about the rest of the con!

I’m going to talk about Charlie first, because of how amazing the experience was, one of the best I’ve had, especially at the autograph table. I’ve done photos, gotten autographs and such before from other celebs - from niche voice actors I loved to people like David Tennant - but this felt Really Really Big. Obviously, I was nervous as all hell because holy shit Charlie Cox, my favorite actor whose work altered the course of my life. I won’t lie - I’d been practicing what to say to him in case I freaked out, but I’m happy to say that everyone who reassured me it would go great, because he was so, so genuine and kind, were right.

The photo op happened first (and thank you to everyone on tumblr guiding me where to go, cause I was LOST about where that was happening), and that went fast. By that point in the con hall, I’d already ditched my Jessica Jones jacket and gloves cause holy shit it’s hot and I am a creature of snow and ice, and my hair was a mess, but honestly I didn’t care, cause there he is. You don’t get long, but he made the most of it and he was SO sweet. Ya’ll, he asked my name, said my name as he shook my hand, and called me ‘my dear’ in that beautiful voice.

I was literally on the moon, but it was time for the big question:

Will he hold the red thread from TRT?

So in a quiet, nervous, soft author voice, I asked, ‘would you be ok with holding this end of the thread?’

HE FUCKING DID.

HE HELD IT.

HE HELD. THE. RED. THREAD.

I’m fairly certain he doesn’t know about the fic at this point - he wasn’t sure where to hold it until I told him, but he loved that it lit up! AND THEN HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME AND I GOT TO PUT MY ARM AROUND HIM BACK.

I’m fairly certain I’m dead in the photo. My soul had left my body. I had ascended. I saw Jesus and he looked like Charlie. I had achieved fic author heights never imagined. My brain filled with enough serotonin and dopamine to sink a ship. I didn’t care that I was hot and sweaty or that my hair was messy or that my cosplay didn’t work out like I’d planned. I had been blessed.

also look at that forearm holy shit

I floated outta that gd room ya’ll. I’m pretty sure @wonderlandmind4 did the same. WE FROLICKED OUT OF THAT HALL LIKE

But things got even better at the autograph table, and I had one of the most touching experiences ever.

not me tearing up thinking about it.

That line was long, but I kept getting glimpses of him and I could already tell he was enjoying interacting with people, and he was making sure everyone got their bit of time with him instead of letting anyone rush people through. He was so happy looking, laughing and grinning, high fives and fist bumps for kids, chatting with fans. Which made me feel a little more confident.

I know some people wondered if I’d tell him about TRT, and I’d already decided I wasn’t going to. Instead, I really, really wanted just a second to tell him what his work as Daredevil had meant for me, as someone who became disabled around the same time Matt did as a kid, and who related to... a lot of what Matt went through in the show. I’d practiced it over and over again, and there was only a fifty percent chance I wouldn’t start crying while telling him, and I wasn’t even sure I’d have time to tell him depending on how much time we had.

He made time.

I got up to him with my art print holy shit he’s even more beautiful in person and his eyes are STUNNING. He said hi, and asked my name so he could personalize the autograph if I wanted (DUH, YES PLEASE), and he apologized about the line after we shook hands. I jokingly told him it was fine since I’d driven hours to get here. A little time in line wasn’t a bother. He even loved one of the buttons on my lanyard - the button of Matt wearing a heart crown specifically! And as he was writing, I knew this was my chance to tell him. He was still signing, so I just decided to go for it in case I ran out of time.

“I just wanted to tell you,” I said quietly, “as someone who became disabled as a kid around the same age as Matt did—”

And then he did something I didn’t expect, something I’d rarely seen anyone do, famous or not, and something I’d never had an actor or artist do for me.

He immediately set down the pen, leaned in close over the table, and made direct eye contact, while giving me the most genuine, gentle, encouraging smile I’d ever seen.

In that moment, I knew everything in him was listening, that he cared about what I was about to say and recognized that this was important to me, and that he’d closed the distance to make this conversation just... us. It felt personal in a way I’ve never experienced at a con or signing.

Just like that, I wasn’t afraid to tell him what I’d wanted to.

“And as someone who related to... a lot of what Matt went through, his struggles in the show, and especially the dark parts of season 3,” I said, more confidently now, “I wanted you to know that all the work you put in, the way you played it, the way you played Matt and treated it seriously, seeing that helped me process and heal from a lot of my own trauma and pain over what I’ve gone through with my illnesses. What you did was important and it really helped me. So I wanted you to know that, how much that meant to me, and to say thank you.”

The whole time I spoke to him, he kept direct eye contact, and didn’t look away once. He didn’t get antsy, or look like he wanted me to hurry up (which I’d have understood, cause damn, these are long days for him). He listened, fully engaged and leaning in, his eyes warm and soft and kind but incredibly serious. I’m not sure how often he’s been told something like this—a lot, I expect; his portrayal was just that good, and I know it was important to a lot of fans—but what I was trying to tell him clearly meant something to him. I felt heard, seen, and understood.

Charlie really does care about his fans. It isn’t an act. I’m sure of it now.

“Thank you, truly,” he said, just as quietly but with that honest smile, eye crinkles and all, and seeing it in person, that close up, I swear the room felt ten times brighter. “Thank you for coming to tell me that. It means a lot, the idea that something I did meant so much and that it could help you. I’m so grateful that you were able to come visit and tell me.”

We shook hands after that. He wished me a good day and I told him thank you again, and that was that. The interaction only lasted maybe a minute, but it meant the absolute world to me, as did what he’s done as Daredevil. And now he knows that.

#Philly Fan Expo #Charlie Cox #Daredevil #he HELD THE THREAD ya'll #my fanfic author life is now complete #and honestly as a fan i don't know if any other experience will ever top those moments I got with Charlie #he is so so kind and warm and wonderful #the way he immediately stopped and gave me his full attention when i started to tell him what it meant #i just had to stop for a second and collect myself because just...#he was *listening* and despite all the noise and chaos i suddenly had his full attention #the way he leaned in so the conversation felt like it was just us and the way he cocked his head and focused on me like #i can't think of a single celeb or interaction like that where i've felt that much like what i was saying to him mattered #(that's not dissing the other actors and celebs i've met. they've all been wonderful! but charlie definitely has a special kindness i think)#and i can now say having been that close to him and having spoken with him over something fairly serious #he is literally one of the kindest celebs i've met and the most genuine #you can literally see the warmth in his eyes when he looks at you. he's *legitimately* happy you're there to talk to him or see him #maybe one day he'll find out about TRT. i'm honestly not sure #but even if he doesn't at least I got a chance to tell him how much what he's done has helped me heal #from a lot of really... really hard things in my life #and according to a friend (who I didn't even know was there but spotted me talking to Charlie from another line!)#Charlie did indeed stay until WAY late signing everyone's stuff so that no one missed an autograph #he said his estimation of Charlie just shot way up because even hours later he was still taking his time with each fan that came up #Charlie has absolutely solidified as my favorite actor and one of the nicest people I've had the pleasure of meeting

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snugglebug-92 · 1 year

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Could you write a fic where the reader makes a joke about beard burn to her friends and how she wouldn't mind some on her thighs and Jimmy overhears and offers to eat her out until she has some beard burn.

You had a few of your friends over at the house to pre-game for the party the boys were going to be hosting later that night. You were a few shots deep which meant you had a lot less of a filter than normal. Both Hannah and Alex were also a few shots deep so the three of you were talking about random fantasies the three of you had.

"Y/n I wouldn't mind your brother ramming into me the same way he rams players into the boards," Alex giggles. It was no secret she thought your brother was hot but then so did half of the girls on campus. You shake your head at the girl before leaning back against your bed.

"He's still home Lex. You better hope he didn't hear you," you laugh as her face turns red. She takes another shot and looks at you.

"Okay so we know Hannah likes Char, I like your brother but who do you like?" Alex questions.

"It doesn't matter," you shrug.

"Yes, it does," Hannah speaks up.

"Look if I give you a name will you drop it?" you question.

"Yes," both girls squeal.

"Snuggs," you say, and both girls' eyes go wide.

"The freshman?" Alex blinks at you.

"Yes the freshman," you roll your eyes.

"I have so many questions," Alex giggles.

"You said if I gave you a name you would drop it," you narrow your eyes at her.

"Please?" she begs.

"Fine just one question," you sigh knowing with how drunk she is the whole conversation will be forgotten tomorrow morning anyways.

"So you aren't worried he's like a virgin or bad in bed since he's like a freshman," Alex asks giggling, at every other word.

"Look I really don't care if he's not super great in bed. He's a sweetheart plus he has a beard so beard burn between my thighs and that alone is worth it," you moan thinking about it.

Little did you know right outside your open door listening to the conversation was Jimmy. He didn't know who you were talking about but all he heard was beard burn and he felt himself get hard. He knew he shouldn't be feeling that way about you but you were gorgeous and he had been head over heels in love since he first met you when he took a tour and met the team last year. He quickly walked away forgetting what he needed from the kitchen going back to the boys.

The three of you decide you had pre-gamed enough and head to the party. Alex goes to flirt with some guys and Hannah after a lot of convincing from you goes to talk to Charlie. You knew Charlie thought she was pretty and all the both of them needed was a little push.

You were leaning against the wall watching everyone when you feel an arm slip around your waist. You stiffen but don't put up a fight knowing by how muscular it is you would lose the fight. You slowly look up and see none other than Jimmy causing you to instantly relax.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," you smile slightly cuddling into his side. You were always a very touchy person so it wasn't unusual.

"You look beautiful tonight," he compliments. A light blush coats your cheeks and you are thankful that is it not very light in the house otherwise he would have seen in.

"Thank you," you grin. Jimmy wraps his other arm around you and places his head on your shoulder. The two of you stand in silence for a while until he finally speaks up.

"So I have a question," he whispers in your ear.

"Yeah," you nod.

"What was that about beard burn between your thighs?" he questions. Your stomach drops and your face goes pale.

"I didn't mean anything about it I just," you sigh.

"I could help you with that. I mean I've got a little something here," he gestures to his face. Your eyes go wide as you stare at the boy. He looks at your expression and gulps. He definitely just ruined his chances with his dream girl now.

"I shouldn't have said that I'm gonna go," Jimmy sighs. You take one second to do the only rational thing in your mind. You absolutely plant one on him. He doesn't even freeze but instead, presses you against the wall. Your hands tangle in his hand and you moan when he slips his thigh between your legs brushing against your clothed center.

"Jimmy please," you whisper and he grabs your hand before leading you to your house. You two stumble up the stairs mainly due to the fact you keep trying to kiss.

Once you get up to your room he places you against the door and slots his lips to yours. You tug at his shirt and he slips it off before cupping your cheek.

"You still want this baby?" he questions looking into your eyes.

"Please kiss me," you beg. In a second his lips are back on yours. You thread your fingers through his brunette locks and he carries you to your bed. He sides your jean jacket off leaving you in just a pair of leggings and your bra top. He places open-mouthed kisses along the side of your jaw causing you to squirm under him. He reaches your collarbone and his hands ghost the top of your bra. You nod and he takes it off before cupping your breasts. He rolls both nipples causing you to arch your back against him. He kisses down to your waistband and you quickly shed those leaving you in just a pair of panties.

"We can stop right here if you want," he whispers placing kisses against your thigh.

"Please just ruin me," you moan, and his eyes darken.

"Okay," he growls ripping your panties off before rubbing his nose against your clit. He looks up at you before licking up your slit. Your eyes roll back to your head as he sucks your clit. He grazes your clit with his teeth causing you to arch your back and grind down against his face. You clench around nothing as you feel your first orgasm already approaching. You don't know if it's the fact you are slightly buzzed, the fact your dream man is on your knees for you, or how good he is but your cumming and he's barely even started.

"Do you want my fingers?" he questions and you nod.

"Please please," you whine as he slips one in. You scream out his name as his finger brushes your G-spot and you are seeing stars. He adds a second finger and you scream. Jimmy's thrusting his fingers in and out of you while sucking your clit and it's all so much. Your second orgasm is approaching and you cum on his fingers. He pulls them out and replaces them with his tongue. You're a moaning mess while his head is buried between your thighs and you never want him to stop. It feels so good and you're on the verge of your third orgasm when you start to feel it. The slight scratch of his stubble brushing against your sensitive thighs. You tug on his hair and he keeps his pace as you go into your 3rd orgasm. He pulls away and looks up at you watching your chest heave.

"Doin so good for me pretty girl," he smiles. You moan as you see his face coated in your slick. He places a kiss against your clit and you slightly push him away.

"Jimmy," you moan.

"You got one more in you, pretty girl. Please for me," he looks up at you and you nod as he gently sucks at your clit. He knows it won't take long so he's slow about everything wanting to savor this as long as possible. Your fourth orgasm hits you like a freight train and you go limp as he pulls away. He stands up and cups your face pulling your attention to him.

"Do you need me to?" you question looking at him.

"No I already did," he blushes. You go to stand up but as your legs brush against each other you moan in discomfort. His dick wasn't even in you and you can barely walk. What was it going to be like when it was? He grabs his t-shirt and slips it over your head before carrying you to the bathroom. Once you are done in there you two go back to your bedroom and crawl into your bed. As you start to fall asleep Jimmy starts to leave causing you to grab his hand.

"Please stay," you beg and he slips into bed right next to you. You turn around in his arms and place your head on your chest before falling asleep.

When you wake up the next morning Jimmy is gone but he left you a note you a quick to hide from your brother. Your door swings open to reveal Alex.

"Girl guess what," she squeals.

"As soon as you get me a pair of shorts or something I'll guess," you yawn. She grabs you a pair of shorts and holds up some panties causing you to nod. She tosses both your way and you slip the panties on. She looks at your thighs and her eyes go wide.

"Holy shit you didn't," she says. You shrug and she pulls you down forcing you to explain everything.

"Yeah, basically he overheard us and then made it a reality last night. 4 times and he didn't need anything in return. Best night of my life. Plus he didn't even use his dick and I could barely walk. Imagine what it will be like when he does," you laugh.

"Girl I still can't believe it's a freshman. Like yeah, Hannah likes a freshie but he's 21. You're a cougar," she giggles.

"What can I say. He's hot, plays hockey, and is great in bed," you shrug.

"Girl you better hope your brother doesn't find out," she says before pulling you downstairs. You shake your head at the girl but you hope that last night wasn't a one-time thing.

#jimmy snuggerud x reader

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smaptain-smerica · 1 year

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Female Reader x Rooster

Time: Post-Top gun: Maverick

Y/n Blackwood - L/n, daughter of Charlotte "Charlie" Blackwood. Y/n took a strong interest in planes from a young age. Knowing her father was an esteemed pilot drew her even further into the navy. Quickly, she became one of the best solo pilots and graduating at the top of her class at Top Gun.

Her next mission? Return to Top Gun, Face certain death, romantic interests, and finally, her thought-to-be-dead, father.

This book contains strong language and sexual content that may be sensitive readers under the age of 18

This story was originally posted on Wattpad, follow me on there for faster updates. I have published a non-binary version of this story published there for those who do not identify as female or use she/her pronouns. It will follow the exact same story line. Link to Wattpad Account Link to the Non-Binary version

Master list

Apology Beer

The pilots with rio's went first today. That meant tomorrow it would be me, Hangman, Rooster, and Coyote. I was beyond nervous, seeing how defeated the other pilots looked while coming back.

My entire pilot life has led up to this moment. The moment where I got to fly against one of the best.

For now, I sat in my bed with the red envelope in my hand. I wiped my thumb across my mothers beautiful cursive handwriting. I missed her more than anything right now. It took everything in me not to rip open the letter and read it. I had to know what she needed to tell Pete Mitchell so badly.

I sighed and looked towards my suitcase. From the bottom of my bag, I dug out my stuffed wolf toy from when I was a child. I know, it's pretty embarrassing carrying around your childhood stuffed animal as an adult now. Somehow, having it made me feel more connected to my mom, like she was there with me.

I took the toy out and set it down on the desk. I sat down in the black rolling chair and leaned my head down on the wooden desk, becoming eye level with the toy. "Tell me something mom." I whispered, taking the small toys paw in between my fingers.

My phone buzzed, I picked it up looking at an unknown number. It was Phoenix. I smiled while adding her to my phone and responding.

Just as I hit send a knock sounded from my door. I was confused, I had just sent the message. Was she here already?

"Phoenix, I thought you said 8?" I opened the door to reveal a shocked Maverick. I was equally as surprised, immediately standing in a respective position, straightening my posture.

"Captain Mitchell-"

"No please, just call me Maverick."

"Maverick. What do I owe the pleasure?"

He looked awkward, like he wasn't sure what to say. "I, um, I don't know what you know about me, if you know anything at all. I, Uh- I'm sorry. This is weird, let me start over."

We both shared an awkward chuckle. I didn't know what to think of where this conversation could be going.

"I was told your mother is Charolette Blackwood. I was just wondering, how is she?"

My heart fell a little. He looked so eager to hear what I was about to say. I frowned a little. Though it had happened years ago, thinking about my mothers death still hurt me. "She, Um, she was good. She lost my dad, had me, got married, she enjoyed her job in DC."

There was a silence between us when I reached the end of my short story. I could tell that there was something in his face that might have put two and two together. "She..." I continued, mustering up the courage. "She got cancer. Stage four tumor spread across her spine. She passed away 6... almost 7 years ago now."

I could see the hurt that slowly spread across his face. His fingers fell to his front as he twiddled his thumbs around. "Oh, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. She actually left me with this to give to you." I stepped into my room and took the envelope from off my desk and returned to my door. I gave him a weak smile as I handed the small letter to him. He looked down at it and took it gently in his hands.

Maverick looked up at me, I could almost see the glossiness in his eyes as he swallowed hard. "Thank you, this is great."

"She told me not to open it, that I would know when the time was right. So let me know what it says, yeah?" I couldn't help but feel a weight in my chest, like somehow I was betrayed by not getting to know what was in that letter. On the other hand, it wasn't my business. It was between my mom and Maverick.

"Hey y/n, let's get going! Oh, Mav, what's up?" Phoenix chirped, catching me off guard by the appearance of a new person. "Hey Um, I was just leaving. Thank you for passing along the message, Wolf." With that, he was gone.

Phoenix linked arms with me as she began to walk us down the hallway. I couldn't help but look over my shoulder to watch Maverick walk down the hall. I hoped that he would tell me soon what was in the letter.

I offered to take my car we we drive to The Hard Deck. This seemed to be the most popular hang-out place for this crew of pilots. She eagerly encouraged us to run down to the beach where I saw a small fire pit came into view.

"Aye Phoenix and wolf, glad you could make it!" Payback encouraged us to come over with the wave of his arm.

"Sorry we're late guys, I had to shower and Wolf was talking to Mav."

I widened my eyes a little bit, worried that someone might take that out of context. Giving him the letter was a personal matter.

"Talking to Mav?" Rooster questioned, looking up at me from his seat on the sand.

"I was just introducing myself." I tried to recover quickly. "You guys have had time to get acquainted with him, it's my first time meeting him. Just wanted to start off on the right foot."

"Oh come on, wolf. Mav's gonna love you. Especially after he sees you fly." Fanboy encouraged me, standing up to bring me an opened beer bottle. I gratefully took it, looking for a place to sit down around the fire.

I found one, between Rooster and Bob. Bob looked at me and waved. I waved back at him kindly. He turned around for a moment before resurfacing with a bag of marshmallows and a roasting stick, a goofy smile on his face.

Gratefully, I took the delicious snack and popped one on the Stick, putting it over the fire. "So, what did we miss?" I asked the group, getting cozy by the fire. Being by the ocean made the wind cold, so any part of my body that wasn't facing the fire received chills. I thought to put on sweatpants but only a naval academy t-shirt on for a top. If I get cold I'll just have to suffer.

"Fanboy and Payback were just explaining what happened today, Pheonix and Bob are gonna go next." Hangman responded to my question and then Gestured towards the pair.

"Well I think we did a pretty good job holding our own. But you know Maverick, he comes In from the bottom, and the front, then does the fly by break thing, there's just so many tricks that he knows. It's hard to maneuver around them." Phoenix explained in between bites of marshmallow.

This information was good, Great even. I could figure out what I needed to do to possibly beat Maverick tomorrow.

"He really gets you with that stopping thing." Bob huffed, checking his marshmallow that was roasting.

"Wait what's the stopping thing?" I asked, looking around the group.

"He pulls it whenever you're behind him and right as you get on missile lock he hits the breaks and pulls up, causing the plane to glide over the top of whoever is behind him." Rooster explained. His voice was flat, hardly even looking my direction as he talked.

I nodded, thinking for a minute. "Have you anticipated it? Breaking at the same time he does?"

"It's dangerous and stupid but you could try it if you have a death wish." Roosters mouth dripped with venom as he practically spat the words out of his mouth. he spoke as though he were talking to a toddler asking a stupid and obvious question. I was taken back by how hatful he seemed, surprised how in under one day we could be having a friendly conversation, and now this.

I looked around the group, they seemed to all be just as confused. Even Hangman gave rooster a sideways look. "Hey Bradley, don't be a dick." Hangman snapped at him.

The two men had a stare off before Rooster aggressively stood up and walked away. I hummed in wonder as I brought the beer bottle to my mouth, finishing it off. I took my marshmallow off the fire and then popped it into my mouth. "I'll be back." I mumbled.

Pushing myself off the cold sand, I jogged out towards the ocean where Rooster decided to storm off too. "Hey, Bradshaw." I announced as I slowed my jog down, the cold wind of the night getting to me.

I rubbed my arms gently to keep them warm as I looked up at him. "Look I'm sorry if I did something to upset you. It wasn't my intention."

He stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the ocean waves that were calmly lapping at the cold sand beneath us. "Rooster, did you hear me?"

Once again, nothing. He brought his beer bottle to his mouth and took a long swig. He brought the bottle down, grunting out a sigh.

"Bradley-"

"I have a jacket."

I stopped, surprised by his off topic comment while I was giving quite the heartfelt apology if I do say so myself. "I'm sorry, what?"

"I have a jacket in my car if your cold. I could go get it for you."

I didn't know what to say, or how to respond to it. It was a kind gesture, but poorly timed.

"This is my way of apologizing for snapping at you. I'm not very good at it." Rooster admitted, swirling the liquid around in his bottle.

"Boy I'd say." I huffed in astonishment. "What was that all about? I get that I'm the new guy but we're in this together, Bradley."

We turned on heel to walk back to where our cars were parked at the back of the bar. I spotted the blue Bronco instantly and walked towards it.

"I know, I'm sorry. I don't have an excuse. Just personal stuff." He mumbled the last part, finishing off the last of his beer as we approached his car.

All I did was nod while watching him go to the back seat and pull out a crew neck sweatshirt. It was deep forest green with white lettering of "Air Force" across the top of it. I took it from him gratefully, slipping it on my head. I couldn't help but notice the smell. A musk of pine and amber. A forestry yet subtle sweet aroma that I could curl up and bask in forever.

"Thank you."

"Here, I've got something else to sweeten the apology." Rooster smirked, moving to the bed of the car and pulling open a cooler lid. He pulled out a bottle of beer and handed it to me. "Local, craft, IPA."

"An apology beer?" I chuckled, Taking the bottle from Roosters hand and twisting the top off with my hand.

"Hope you like it, it's my favorite. You can get the sweatshirt back to me whenever." With that, he walked back over to the crowd, not another word from his mouth. I leaned against the back of his car, taking a sip of the beer. It was good, deep citrus flavor with bitter, woody notes in it.

I savored the unique beer flavor. Bradley had good taste, this was a good beer. Besides the faint wafting smell of beer going into my nose, his sweatshirt smell was overwhelming. I hated to say, it made me smile. No matter how moody he may be, (and it seems that he's pretty moody) I couldn't deny his attractiveness.

There was something about Bradley that made me want to know more about him. I heard plenty about him from the last mission. It's no secret he had become somewhat of a legend in the navy, along side Maverick. Maybe my attraction was coming from curiosity, wanting to know what made Bradley, Rooster. I already know what makes Jake Hangman; cockiness, skill, and ego. But I knew nothing about Bradley.

Four weeks. Four weeks with these pilots to figure out what makes them tick, their strengths and weaknesses. We would use those to push each other and help ourselves. All up until the moment we would be sent to fight to our deaths, the best of the best.

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Review of Wonka (2023)

Hey, Cassipedia, what're you watching?

Just earlier this week, I watched Wonka (2023). It is a prequel film directed by Paul King based on Roald Dahl's novel Charlie and the Chocolate Factory meant to show a young version of Willy Wonka and the start of his career as a chocolatier, before his famous Chocolate Factory. It is also a musical.

Do you recommend watching it?

With emphasis, yes! I nearly missed out on watching this movie because I saw the trailers and automatically assumed it was a modern, cash-grab reboot just like so many others. I think I had grown too jaded as a movie-watcher. I was going to skip it! Thankfully, a friend much smarter than I convinced me to go to a showing with her, and I was dazzled.

What's the story like?

This is a story about how Wonka's heartfelt pursuit of a dream to provide never-before-seen chocolates changes the lives of those around him. The setting is a somewhat fantastical and cartoonish world with the true-to-life troubles in which the greedy preys upon the good-hearted and chocolate is used as a form of bribery. But Wonka rolls into town, desiring to share affordable chocolates so anyone who eats them may feed their inner-child they've neglected, and also, to actual children who've been neglected. It's incredibly ironic too considering how the film about Wonka bringing some hope along with his chocolates had restored much of my faith in modern movies. Every major plot thread is woven back in, and even little threads I wasn’t expecting to come back did, all to form a loving tapestry of a story. There was only one or two minor characters who help Wonka that may have felt like their ‘gimmick' was underutilized but it's almost unnoticeable as those characters are still involved in the major plot points. It's all the charm and whimsy of a fairytale with the heartfelt weight of a motion picture.

What does the movie look like?

Imagine the prettiest candy shop that you've ever walked into. You know the ones, with glass jars of shiny reds, striped blues and glistening orange, all formed into amazing shapes and swirls. Even the ‘mundane’ scenes of the town and slums that Wonka spends much of his time in during the film have creative contraptions and such memorable set-dressing, like how a cartoon is an exaggerated form of reality.

How are the actors and actresses?

Every actor and actress perfectly fit their roles. I had first doubted that the lead actor could portray a good Willy Wonka when I saw the trailer, as I was worried the character was being turned into a youthful pretty boy, but in the film, I saw Wonka as a passionate chocolate-maker with the unrelenting and unconditional desire to bring smiles to those around him. I offer my kudos and apologies for underestimating Timothée Chalamet. At the heart of it, Wonka forms a friendship with an orphan girl whom grew up believing only the greedy ever won, and it was a joy to see Wonka’s efforts to give her hope for better, in part due to the endearing performance of Calah Lane. Much of the acting of all involved, especially in the case of the villains, was like a cartoon brought to life with how expressive and animated it was.

Wait, if it's a musical, how are the songs?

The scenes for the songs are very creative visually with a dream-like quality and where the bulk of the whimsical charm comes to life. But the songs are not simply one and done. I encourage you to listen closely over the course of the film, as your ear may catch the various motifs throughout. The music is an active participant in the film and the story, with just as much personality and expression as the actors and the setting. This movie also contains the cleverest usage of Gregorian chant I’ve ever seen.

If it's a prequel, should I watch or read anything beforehand?

This is a film that stands well on its own. There are homages to the 1971 film Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory but it will not be a distraction for anyone unfamiliar with that film. In terms of the book, though I had not read the original 1964 novel Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, I did grow up reading Roald Dahl's other works The BFG and The Witches. During my time watching Wonka, I felt some part of me deep down stir from childhood memories, as I believe this film did capture Roald's style of creating worlds that were fantastical, with horrible beasts and incorrigible villains and the unkillable nature of child-like wonder. So, reading the book wouldn’t be a requirement, but I believe one whom has will have plenty to enjoy.

Who would like this movie most?

It’s a bit like asking ‘who likes eating dessert?’ This is a film that I think most would enjoy, regardless of age. Children would likely enjoy watching the monstrous, child-hating villains being bamboozled and getting their just desserts amidst the wonderous visuals, and adults of any age can easily enjoy the craftmanship of the finer details, while reminiscing on that childish wonder. This is a film that respects childhood, delighting in the silly moments but still managing to treat its audience from young to not-so-young with dignity and a straightforward message like a well-placed arrow.

Where can I watch it?

The film is available in theaters as of writing this and not for streaming, though I would frankly have recommended the theater experience anyways. The visuals and music are best enjoyed on a big screen! (But when it does eventually release in streaming or physical copies, I’m likely to also snag it then, as it will doubtlessly be a very cozy and enjoyable film to watch with family at home.)

Final thoughts?

Wonka is a film I underestimated and I highly recommend as a finely-polished and creative experience that did much to feed that movie-lover in my heart. Just as if being faced with that strange yet beautiful-looking chocolate you've never tried before, I encourage you to take at least one bite. Just like me, you might end up finding your new favorite movie.

#wonka 2023 #wonka movie #willy wonka #timothée chalamet #cinema #film #movies #movie review #film review #movie recommendation #cassipedia

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redemption-for-sinners · 2 years

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An Angel in Hell

Summary: Charlie redeemed her very first soul without either of them realizing it.

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A/N: I only JUST started writing again. Gimme a break. Enjoy :P

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"This is Vagatha. From now on, she will be your bodyguard."

Charlie looked the girl up and down with her forefinger resting on her bottom lip. Even as the princess circled her, she didn't flinch and continued to stare straight ahead. Finishing her circle, Charlie came to a halt in front of Vagatha again, who seemed to look right through her without a word. Uncomfortable, Charlie looked back towards the throne at her father. "Err... Do I need a bodyguard? I can take care of myself."

Lucifer's ever-lasting grin widened, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair with his chin in his hand. "You've been lonely, dear. You've said so yourself. Is this-" he gestured towards Vagatha with a wave of his hand, "- not what you meant?"

Charlie stole another glance towards Vagatha, who still hadn't moved from her spot. "Well, no. Not really. All I asked was if you were busy this weekend," she reminded him, "I wanted to see if you would like to go to the Wrath Ring."

"And why would you want to go there?" the king asked, sitting up. "That place is filled with those nasty red gremlins! Not to mention the dirt and mud..." he added with a sneer. Charlie's shoulders slouched. "I wanted to go horse-back riding. Just like we used to when-"

"Well, now you can... with Vagatha's company, of course."

"But-"

A knock on the large doors echoed across the throneroom before opening up just enough to let an imp slip inside. He quickly hurried down the carpet before stopping right beside Charlie and kneeled down. "My apologies, Your Majesties. I came here to inform you that there was a meeting called from-"

Lucifer lazily held up a hand, stopping the imp mid-sentence. "Hold on just a minute, Gnur. Charlotte dearest, please show Vagatha your room. I will have a servant bring a blanket and a pillow shortly. We don't have enough rooms for her, so she'll just have to sleep on the floor."

Defeated, Charlie sighed before turning towards her new bodyguard and nodded to her. Finally, Vagatha became animated, and followed the princess out the door and through the halls. As they walked side-by-side, Charlie saw her chance to find out more about her.

"Soooo..." she began, swinging her hands dramatically as she walked. "Vagatha, huh? I'm Charlie!"

Vagatha nodded once without any further reaction, still staring straight ahead. Charlie was beginning to think this woman was a robot.

"Cool, cool, cool," she mumbled. "Which Ring are you from?" she tried again.

"Wrath."

Charlie blinked in surprise. Not at the fact that she finally got an answer, but that her voice was raspy, as if she hasn't spoken in months. "Okay, what part of Wrath?"

Vagatha stopped suddenly, making Charlie skid to a halt and look back at her.

"Deja de hacerme tantas preguntas estúpidas," she growled. The princess frowned, silent for a moment. "What?"

Her bodyguard sighed, rubbing her face. "I said 'Which way is your room, Your Majesty?'."

Charlie smiled at her and turned away, continuing down the hall. "This way!" she called over her shoulder. Vagatha sped up so that she was trailing behind her. Charlie paused at the corner, turning around. "Would you like a tour of the castle? I don't mind showing you around!"

Vagatha shook her head. "M' good," she mumbled without making eye-contact. The princess hummed. "That's okay! We can just wait until tomorrow. It's getting pretty late, so we should get some sleep."

When they reached her bedroom, Charlie opened the door and stepped inside for Vagatha to enter first. She noted that the woman froze for a second before stepping inside and looking around.

"I know my dad said you had to sleep on the floor, but that's pretty uncomfortable, isn't it? My bed is big enough for the both of us, so we can share!" Charlie offered, taking off her jacket and untying her bow. She left her overalls and shirt on for now, watching as Vagatha sat down on her bed, bouncing a little on the mattress.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" she finally whispered, just loud enough to hear. Charlie sat down next to her and plaved a hand on her shoulder. Her bodyguard flinched as if she was in pain, so the princess decided it was best to keep her hands to herself for now. With nowhere else to put them, she let them rest on her lap.

"Why wouldn't I be? I'm not evil. Not everyone down here is awful... Well, most of them are, but there's a handful that actually-" She cut herself off the moment she realized she was rambling. "H-how about we find you some real clothes? We can go shopping tomorrow! You can wear one of my nightgowns tonight."

Vagatha nodded slowly, staring at her own lap. Charlie grinned and stood up, skipping over to her wardrobe and opening the cabinets. She pulled out a silky, white sleeping dress and came back, spreading it out in front of her. "How's this? It's kinda frilly, but it's the one my mom got me. I haven't worn it in half an eon."

Vagatha's single eye widened. "W-wait... You want me to wear that?"

Charlie frowned, turning it around to look at it. "Is it really that bad? Would you rather-"

"No, no, no! Está bien! Está bien! It's fine! Really!" Vagatha said, grabbing it and hugging it to her chest. The princess blinked in surprise before giving her a wide grin. "Well if you like it so much, you can keep it!"

Vagatha looked up, tears welling in her eye. If it weren't for the crumpled smile, Charlie would have been concerned. "Thank you. I've never... I've never had anything like this before. Even when I was alive."

"Of course!" Charlie responded, kinda proud of herself. "If you need anything else, just let me know, okay?"

"Sí. Thank you again, Princess Charlotte."

"Er... You don't have to call me that."

Vagatha gave her a confused look, wiping away her tears. "Then what should I call you?"

"I prefer to go by 'Charlie'. Everybody else just... doesn't," she explained. The bodyguard looked at the gown before looking up again, a soft smile tugging on her lips. "Then if you don't mind Charlie, I prefer Vaggie."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Vaggie!" the princess grinned, holding a hand out. Vaggie hesitantly took it, unsure of herself. The moment their hands touched, she felt a shock of what could only described as absolute joy jolt through her body.

So this is what an Angel looks like, she thought to herself.

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lyranova · 2 years

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💫 New game: associate your mutuals and/or anons with something that fits their vibe! 💫

Ooo this looks fun! I apologize if I didn’t list all of my mutuals or if I forgot anyone 😭! But just know that I still love y’all the same 🥺💕! Also I tried to think of things that weren’t anime/blorbo related, so I apologize if they’re kinda weird 😅!

@eme-eleff - I associate you with roses, maybe it’s because your favorite is Charlotte, but I think the main reason I associate them with you is because they’re so lovely, so beautiful, and so resilient and that describes you very very much to me 🥰!

@thoughtfullyrainynightmare - I associate you with a pen or quill for some reason 🤔! Maybe it’s because of how amazing you write and how you string words together, or maybe it’s because words written with pens can heal/help someone and I know you’ve helped me lots! So I associate you with a pen 🥰!

@simpingforthisonedeer - I associate you with mythology oddly enough 😂! It’s probably because you’re so knowledge about things and you’ve been able to predict BC lore so accurately but that’s what I associate you with 😁!

@crazyclownthanos - I associate you with Clowns, and it’s probably because of your username, but i think it’s also because you’re a bright and joyful and you try to make those around you happy!

@delirious-donna - I associate you with Mexican Hot Chocolate! I tried it for the first time recently and it’s sweet but has this bit of spice to it that makes it extra amazing 😁! So you remind me of that because you and your writing is very sweet but is also pretty spicy (in a good way!) 👀💕!

@darkcloakedinfinitevoid - I associate you with the Aurora Borealis! Because it’s beautiful, full of bright and beautiful colors, and makes everyone who see’s it smile in awe! It’s also, imo, very special and amazing just like you 🥰!

@loosesodamarble - I associate you with Marbles XD! Mainly Because marbles are very beautiful, very rare, and very unique, just like you 🥰! If I had to choose a specific kind of marble, I would say you’re a Galaxy marble! Those are absolutely beautiful 😱!

@flow3rbudz - I associate you with butterflies! They’re so amazing and so beautiful, and in some Native American tribes butterflies represent Hope, Comfort, Transformation, and Positivity 🥰! So to me you’re a butterfly!

@toutorii - I associate you with Blue Poppy’s! Now in the West their meanings aren’t the best, but in the East they meant “Wealth” and “Luxury”, and I wish you all the wealth and luxury in the world 🥰! Also imo Blue Poppies are very beautiful and I actually like them more then the regular poppy’s, they almost look like little blue Umbrella’s hehe!

@talpup - I associate you with puppies 🤣! Maybe it’s because you just got a new puppy, but i think it’s mostly because you’re very sweet and you make everyone around you smile and you try your best to support and cheer everyone on 💕!

@bowandcurtsey - I associate you with Paper Lanterns! They’re so beautiful and I love seeing the paper festivals, it’s like watching a bunch of people releasing stars into the sky 😁! I also love how they mean Joy, Celebration, and Good fortune. So to me Paper Lanterns fit your vibe very much 🥰!

@hybridanafrost - I associate you with Snowflakes 🤣! Mostly because of Bianca having Ice magic, but also because snowflakes are so beautiful and each one is so unique, so to me you’re a beautiful giant snowflake 🥰!

@prince-of-peacocks - I associate you with Cherry Blossoms, mainly because of Kirsch, but also because they’re so pretty and so amazing, they’re actually some of my favorite flowers! I also love that they mean renewal and optimisim 😁!

@acacia-may - I associate you with the Acacia flower actually! They mean friendship, rebirth, support, and eternal life, which I think describes you perfectly because you’re very supportive and are an amazing friend 🥺💕!

@nozells - I associate you with old Black and White films! Like Charlie Chaplin or Alfred Hitchcock movies 🥰! They’re so unique and you can see how much work and creativity went into them, so I think old black and white movies fit your vibe 😁!

I had fun doing this anon, and I’m sorry to the mutuals I may’ve missed! I still love every single one of you 🥺💕💕 and if you want me to associate you with something you can always send me an ask!

#asks #anon 🌟#my lovely mutuals #associate game

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ftchanwoo · 2 years

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hello friends !! i’m mimi ( 𝐦𝐢𝐦𝐢 ♥#7025 ) and i live in atlantic canada putting me in a weird timezone but i just say est because close enough... i use she/her pronouns and well.. i don’t know anything else to say about myself. i like to read, listen to music and i am trash for SKZ, ATEEZ, Seventeen and NCT. but also many more groups those are just the top few fdjkghdfkg anyway,,, here is chanwoo because he’s way more interesting than i am... but i would like to apologize right now for the length, i was full of inspiration and muse.

—— look who’s joining the infinite tour! only YOON CHANWOO (CHANWOO), who is the MAIN DANCER of PHOENIX. i’ve heard whispers that the 22 year old is pretty CHARMING but lowkey ALOOF. also, doesn’t he remind you of HWANG HYUNJIN?

BASIC INFORMATION

full name : yoon chanwoo nickname(s) : chan , charlie ( english name ) , woo , cw preferred name(s) : chanwoo, chan birth date : december 24th 2000 age : twenty two zodiac : capricorn gender : cis male pronouns : he / him romantic orientation : biromantic sexual orientation : bisexual nationality : south korean ethnicity : asian

BACKGROUND

birth place : incheon , south korea hometown : incheon , south korea social class : upper class father : yoon daemin mother : cha sooyoung sibling(s) : yoon minwoo ( older brother -- deceased ) pet(s) : sunni ( the german shephard ) previous relationship(s) : tba.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

eye color : dark brown hair color : changes frequently depending on his mood , currently blonde glasses / contacts : doesn’t need them but will sometimes wear glasses without prescription for the aesthetic height : 5′10″ build : small , lean exercise habits : can sometimes be convinced to workout, but not often.

MANNERISMS

accent : local accent quirks : is never fully still , he is always tapping , bouncing , wiggling , dancing , he hums all the time . hobbies : dance , drawing , going on adventures habits : looses everything all the time , zones out from time to time nervous ticks : fidgets a lot , rambles when speaking ( he also does this when not nervous , it just gets worse when he is ) fears : heights , failure positive traits : motivated , friendly , charming negative traits : afraid of commitment , flakey , secretive

IMPORTANT / BACKGROUND

TW : death of a sibling .

chanwoo was born into a wealthy family one snowy winter night and from the moment he took his first breath his parents decided he was destined for greatness . chanwoo was going to be their shining star . he was going to be the son they would brag about to all their friends and family . he just had to be after they’d spent so long listening to others at their gatherings brag about how their children were so successful for years . so , upon his first words he was put into acting lessons and his first steps meant he was enrolled in dance . he attended elite programs and was training before he was old enough to audition for an agency . luckily for his parents , he was good at it all , a true natural talent .

while other kids his age were figuring themselves out , attending school , trying different sports and activities and deciding on their futures -- chanwoo’s was mapped out for him . he watched his brother ( rather enviously ) hang out with his friends on weekends , play soccer and then quit , play basketball and quit , take up fencing for a period of two weeks before changing his mind . it made chanwoo wonder what it must be like to be able to explore all the world had to offer . it was a point of tension between the brothers , minwoo’s ability to be whomever he wished to be and chanwoo’s position as star child with all the attention . they just couldn’t understand one another and could therefore never get along .

fortunately for their parents , they didn’t have long to deal with the sibling rivalry as at the age of eleven chanwoo passed his audition and almost immediately moved into the trainee dorms . it was a bit of a culture shock for the preteen -- going from a grand , though quiet house with just his immediate family to the dorms with loads of other boys and minimal space . it was also challenging for the young boy in other ways . despite his likeable and easily charming personality , in the environment where everyone is your competition it was hard for him to make friends . the kids his own age envied the experience and training he had that went beyond his years , the work that put him one step ahead of the rest . those older than him assumed him to be a bratty rich kid who was here because his parents bought his way in . all of it just made chanwoo want to work harder , to be the best based on his talent and prove them all wrong .

he did what he had to do to be at the top of the rankings , he spent hours of his own time in the studio perfecting his basics in dance , he sought feedback on how to make his vocals stronger , how to improve his stage presence and how to enunciate more clearly when he rapped ( though that was his one weakness ) . the hard work paid off in the end , at the age of fourteen chanwoo was set to make his debut as the maknae in a new ten member group . in training together , he also finally found a place he belonged , these boys no longer saw him as their competition and so they treated him as they would a younger brother . he had friends , he had members and a team .

that was until he was in the studio one day recording his bits for their debut and his world was flipped upside down . his manager came in and told him that he needed to go home , there was a car waiting for him outside . of course chanwoo didn’t ask questions , he did as his manager told him . when he arrived his mother was crying , holding him tight and saying she was never going to let her baby out of her sight again . his dad was silent . he was told there’d been an accident . it took hours for him to gather the details , minwoo had been in a fatal accident that morning while on his way to university . chanwoo didn’t believe it at first . it couldn’t be -- he hadn’t even properly gotten the chance to make things right with his elder brother . he couldn’t just be gone .

in the aftermath of tragedy , chanwoo pulled out of the debut lineup and they would go on without him as a nine member group . he stopped training all together and moved back home . he took care of his mother and tried to keep his family together . he spent time trying to understand his brother and feel closer to him in the ways he could , regretting that he’d never gotten that chance . chanwoo tried different activities , he was terrible at all of them . he attended high school regularly and made friends who weren’t potential idols . he realized how little he knew about the world . his whole life had been training for stardom but there was so much more out there .

but as time went on , chanwoo grew restless . he missed the long , gruelling days of training . he missed the routine . most of all he found that he missed dancing . he may not have originally chosen it for himself but he’d fallen in love with it . now that he’d taken a step back he realized that he didn’t know anything else but he also didn’t want to know anything else . he wanted to be an idol , he wanted to perform .

it took some convincing , but eventually with his mother’s approval he went back to training after a two year hiatus . of course , he fallen behind and had to put in extra hours and people whispered about his fall from the top . but chanwoo felt he was back where he was meant to be . he finally knew this was what he wanted for himself and worked harder than ever . if he thought he’d been motivated before by the whispers about his favouritism , he was even more motivated now by his own desire .

chanwoo was always meant to be a star and it wasn’t even a full year after his return to being a trainee that he was put into the lineup for phoenix . this time he wasn’t going to let anything get in his way . he succeeded in that goal , he made his debut as the main dancer and has loved every moment of living out his dream with his members .

part of chanwoo’s charm within the group is that despite his two year hiatus from the industry , it’s still all he really knows . he’s pretty clueless to how the real world works and can always be counted on for a bit of a laugh when it comes to simple everyday tasks .

KPROFILE - PHOENIX MEMBERS

Stage Name: Chanwoo (찬우) Birth Name: Yoon Chanwoo (윤찬우) Position: Main Dancer, Lead Vocal, Sub Rapper, Visual Birthday: December 24th 2000 Zodiac Sign: Capricorn Height: 178 cm (5’10″) Weight: – Blood Type: O MBTI Type: ENFJ

Chanwoo Facts: – He was born in Incheon, South Korea. – He has an older brother who passed away when he was fourteen. – His nicknames are CW and Charlie. – He hates tomatoes (Weekly Idol Ep. 574) - TBC

WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

platonic ───

unlikely friends

a nice wholesome best friend & confidant

childhood friends

someone who is also as free spirited as chanwoo and they go on adventures together

neighbours

they were trainee’s together and have a close bond

00′ line friends

any other form of friendship really

romantic ───

first kiss / first relationship / first love

a past or present unrequited crush from either side

exes on good or bad terms ( eyes emoji ....... the spice )

friends with benefits

a one night stand

negative ───

someone who just doesn't click with them ( this is probably someone more uptight who can’t stand how chanwoo seems to not have a care in the world )

friends who had a falling out

anything else to bring the d r a m a

#infinite:intro #i will probably make a graphic or like a pinned post with one tomorrow #i just wanted to get this up <3

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silver-ace-of-spades · 1 year

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The Blazing Silver Light of Paldea

Chapter 18: Enfermedad

The teens get taken care of by Silver's mom: Joy the Mink. It's also Luvdisc Day, so Blaze gives Silver a gift to show her platonic love for him.

lmao i made amy a metalsmith

charlie out here saving lives (i really love armarouge lmao)

swearing, grossness, near death, blood warning

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The flying taxi landed, and Silver and Blaze stepped out. The former knocked on the door to the little house in front of them and waited.

A pink mink woman answered the door. "Oh, you're here! Please come in."

Silver smiled and walked into his home, and Blaze followed.

"Sorry about the smell. Ran into a Skuntank and Muk." She apologized.

The woman nodded. "I was wondering what it was."

Inside the house, a white mink boy around Silver's age sat in the living room and played video games. He turned around and smiled when he saw the hedgehog.

"Hey, Silv, what brings you–" The boy sniffed the air, then audibly gagged. "Augh, what's that smell?!"

"Skuntank. I'm so sorry." Blaze apologized. "I got into a battle with someone, they had a Skuntank, and it's incredibly hard to wash the smell out."

"Okay, that's pretty gross. Not you. The Skuntank spray smell. Anyway, Silv, what brings you here?" The boy asked. He sneezed and lifted Silver up, then chuckled. "Sorry. Allergies."

"What are you allergic to?" Blaze asked.

"Cats." The boy wheezed for a second and Blaze looked at him worriedly.

"Sorry!" She apologized frantically, then sneezed out some small embers.

"Get away from Silv, he's pyrophobic!" The boy shouted. He used psychokinesis to get Blaze away from the hedgie, who began to chuckle.

"She's fine. I'm used to her by now." Silver let out a few painful coughs and the boy got worried.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm sick..." Silver muttered. "I think she's getting sick, too."

Blaze coughed into her elbow and nodded. All the smoke stayed contained in her elbow and didn't make her cough more, which was a relief.

"Don't– Kyachoo! ...worry. Our mom's a certified Nurse Joy and will help you feel better!" The boy sniffled and his eyes itched.

Blaze smiled. "Thank you, um..."

"Venice."

"That's a pretty name." Blaze told him.

Venice smiled, then let Blaze and Silver sit next to him while he played video games. Joy watched from afar and frowned.

"Venny, you shouldn't be so close to them. You don't want to get sick." She told him. "You also shouldn't sit so close to Blaze since you're allergic to cats."

"I miss Silv. Even though... he's all gross... and slimy and... infested– Wheeze! ...with germs, and he looks... and sounds... like... he's dying." Venice snickered. "And Blaze... seems pretty... cool– Achoo!"

Silver glared at his brother. "I'll... I'll cough on you if you keep making fun of me." He accidentally coughed on Venice a second later, but apologized. "Sorry..."

"Gross, you got me covered in spit!" Venice groaned.

"Silver, Venice, be nice." Joy said annoyedly.

"Yes, Mom." The siblings responded politely.

Silver smiled and looked at the game. "Is that Luigi's Mansion?"

Venice nodded. "Yep. Wanna be Gooigi?"

Silver blew his nose and chuckled. "I think Gooigi's in my nose."

"Gross!" Blaze exclaimed.

Venice snickered and finished the battle he was in, then paused the game. "Do you two wanna play anything?"

"Mario Kart sounds fun." Blaze said.

"Yeah." Silver giggled.

The teens played a bit of Mario Kart. At one point, Silver got to first, but got hit by a blue shell from Blaze immediately after.

"With all due respect, fuck you." Silver muttered.

Blaze burst into wheezing laughter that lasted about 15 seconds. She knew they meant no harm. After all, she was the one who threw the blue shell at them.

Unfortunately, due to being sick, she coughed a bunch, so she put her elbow over her face to prevent the smoke from billowing everywhere, which made her cough more. Some smoke leaked out and choked the siblings, especially Silver.

Venice fanned the smoke out of Silver's face and made sure they were okay, while Blaze went to an open window to let all the smoke out. She spent literal minutes coughing and gasping.

Joy rushed to the cat's side to help them. "Are you a Pyrokinetic?"

"How– Wheeze! ...did you... know?" Blaze asked. Their throat hurt so much. They coughed again and some tears evaporated from their eyes.

"You coughed up smoke. Anyway, you shouldn't contain the smoke like you just did, since that can lead to serious injury or death." She told them.

"But Silver has asthma! I can't just let out smoke around him!" Blaze explained. She clutched her chest and painfully hacked up more smoke. Pyrokinesis felt like a curse at the moment.

"I know, which is why, unfortunately, you two will have to be separated. I know you're close friends, but Silver's safety is important." Joy said with a frown.

Blaze held back the tears that threatened to burst from her eyes. Silver was her friend. But she was a danger to him at the moment. "I understand."

Silver overheard their conversation and sniffled as tears formed in his eyes. "I'll miss you... Call me, okay? Promise?" He hacked up a bit of mucus and grumbled annoyedly.

"You okay?" The cat asked.

"My coughing ruined the mood..." Silver muttered.

Blaze giggled and wiped their tears away. "You're such a dork. Before we separate, let's trade Pokémon."

Silver smiled and held out Coal's Pokéball, and Blaze held out Charlie's Pokéball. The teens returned the Pokémon to their original Trainers and smiled.

Blaze made her way to a guest bedroom. It was boring, but she knew it was for the best. She sent out her Pokémon and sighed.

"Reon?" Coal meowed sadly. He rubbed up against Blaze's leg and purred.

"Awww, thanks, bud." Blaze giggled. They started purring as well and hugged Coal.

"Rul..." Scorch sighed.

"Yeah... I can't see Silver right now unfortunately..." Blaze put a hand on Scorch's head and frowned. "I'm coughing up smoke, which endangers him."

"Larves!" Sol chirped.

Blaze smiled and got under the blankets in the guest bed, then called Silver.

"I've been thinking about those stakes we've seen along our journey." Blaze said as they held back a cough. "Ow."

Silver nodded. "The glowing black ones?"

"Yeah. How many are there? What are they for?"

"My history teacher said something about shrines, and treasures of ruin." Silver coughed twice and sniffled. "Apparently these treasures were sealed away–" He coughed again and kept speaking. "–to prevent disaster."

Venice took over for Silver. "Ms. Raifort? Yeah. She's weirdly obsessed with these treasures of ruin. I got a map of the shrines. Wanna see?"

Silver and Blaze nodded, so Venice pulled up a map of Paldea on his phone and pointed to four shrines. "These..." He sniffled. "are the shrines of the Pokémon. I've been able to remove some stakes, since my heart is apparently pure."

Blaze and Silver had removed stakes. They smiled, since that meant they were pure of heart.

"What if this was why I was sent back in time? To prevent the apocalypse?" Silver asked out loud.

"Back in time?!" Blaze shouted.

"Heh, yeah. Ven's also probably my direct ancestor from generations ago." Silver said nonchalantly before hacking away for a few seconds and spitting out some mucus. "Bleh, sorry I'm so gross."

Blaze sputtered as she tried to process what the hedgehog had said. "Your brother is actually your however-many-greats grandfather... I thought that only happened in anime and fanfiction."

"What is life but a fanfic written by the gods?" Venice joked.

"That's a bit existential. If that's true, hopefully this sickfic doesn't last long." Blaze giggled.

"If God writes smut about me I'm gonna puke." Silver chuckled.

Blaze and Venice laughed at Silver's joke, but their fun got cut short when Blaze coughed for several seconds and obscured the camera in smoke.

"Oh, I should change the batteries in the smoke alarm." Joy said to herself when she didn't hear any annoying beeping.

"Are you okay?" Venice asked the cat.

"It hurts to breathe..." Blaze wheezed and gasped in pain.

Silver coughed for about five seconds, then giggled a bit. "Story of my life."

"Not now..." Blaze struggled to breathe and choked on the cloud of smoke she created. The fact that she coughed up more smoke made it even more unbearable and dangerous.

"Hurts... to breathe... for me, too." Venice rubbed his itchy eyes and wheezed.

"You okay, Ven?" Silver asked.

"Mm-hmm." Venice nodded. He put a hand to his chest and choked from the feeling of his throat closing up. Breathing got difficult, so Joy got him an antihistamine.

"Cough! ...Thanks, Mom."

"I can't believe a usually non-deadly respiratory illness could kill both of us, Blaze. We were made for each other." Silver joked.

Blaze coughed from laughing too hard, and tears fell from their eyes. "Stop... you're... you're literally– Hack! ...going to... kill me..."

"Right..." Silver muttered.

The siblings frowned. Blaze had to call out Robin to blow all the smoke away. Unfortunately, the smoke was too strong for Robin. Blaze didn't know what to do.

"Charlie, go check on Blaze, okay?" Silver spoke as he sent out the Fire/Psychic-Type.

Charlie bowed down knightly and Venice smiled. Joy saw him and burst into tears.

"S-Silver... You did it!" Venice muttered, nearly speechless.

"How does it feel to confront your trauma by raising your Armarouge?" Joy asked.

"Amazing. He's been really good with making sure I'm comfortable." Silver coughed for a few seconds, and Charlie made sure they were okay.

"I'm okay, bud. Thanks. Go help Blaze." He wasn't sure if he was okay. Breathing hurt. He felt one wrong breath away from hacking up his lungs.

"You don't– Cough! ...sound good." Blaze said concernedly.

"True." Silver's voice sounded fried and strained. He let out a pained wheeze and tried to catch his breath.

"Thanks, Charl–" Silver violently coughed for several seconds and accidentally stabbed Charlie with their quills. They gasped and wheezed a bit while trying to catch their breath.

Charlie wiped the tears from Silver's eyes, then hugged him gently. Silver felt better emotionally, but breathing still hurt. He deeply regretted leaving his inhaler in his backpack, which panicked him more and made breathing harder.

Charlie was too worried about Silver to care that his hand stung. He ran to the front of the house and grabbed Silver's backpack.

"You okay?" Joy asked. She frantically searched through her bag for something.

Silver shook his head and tried to calm down. Breathing felt like absolute hell and got harder and harder, and he began to wheeze and gasp harder in desparation.

"Silver!" Blaze cried out. More smoke got pushed out of her mouth and she tried desparately to get any oxygen. The window was open, but smoke still lingered like an evil cloud in her room. Her desparate wheezing was nearly as loud as Silver's.

"Crap, I left your inhaler in the other room! I'm such a fucking idiot!" Joy exclaimed, panicking. Her child was gasping and wheezing desparately for air, and she, a nurse of all people, didn't have her own child's life-saving medicine on hand. She felt like a failure. Tears fell from her eyes and she started crying.

Joy suddenly felt a warm hand on her shoulder and saw Charlie, who had just gotten back from the entrance to the house. She didn't know why, but his presence made her feel at ease. He nodded determinedly and started to search through Silver's bag.

He dug through the Very Important Pocket of the Magical Bag of Everything in search of the Help Silver Breathe Device. He found it and gave it to the friendly healing lady, and she gave them some Silver Breathing Magic.

Silver's breathing started to improve. He held a hand to his neck in pain and whimpered. It was a nightmare.

Blaze heard him breathe more easily, then sighed in relief. "Thank– Cough! Cough! -thank Arceus."

Charlie plucked the stray quills out of his hand and winced in pain with every quill removed. Red-hot blood like lava oozed from his hand, but he didn't care. Silver was too important.

Joy hugged Silver, then Charlie, and cried in relief. That Armarouge was a blessing from Arceus herself. No wonder Silver loved him so much despite their pyrophobia.

"That was really scary... Do you need anything?" Joy asked.

Silver tried to speak, but it turned into a cough that lasted a few seconds. Some pained tears fell from his eyes.

"Take your time, sweetie."

After a while, Silver answered.

"I... I... I need... some... cough medicine." He spoke, breathing heavily. Being sick was always a struggle on his lungs. "Throat feels awful." He spent a few seconds coughing and quietly whined in pain.

Joy got up to get some from the bathroom, and had Venice make sure Silver was okay.

Venice gave the hedgehog a hug and tears fell from his eyes. "I was so worried. Your Armarouge is amazing. He saved your life!" He accidentally pricked his arms on Silver's extremely tensed quills and pulled away. "Ow! Your quills are really sharp!"

"I just... had an asthma attack... so I'm still... a bit tense... from that." Silver coughed a few times and Venice got more worried.

"Shhh, don't speak." He told his sibling. He sneezed from the lavender fur stuck in Silver's quills and grumbled angrily. He was trying to be a good brother, but his goddamn allergies were so annoying. "Stupid allergies! Blaze isn't even in the room!"

Blaze giggled a bit over the phone. "Sorry, Venice. It's probably some of my fur in Silver's quills." Another few puffs of smoke filled the room as Blaze choked on the smog.

"Blaze, don't talk." Silver said before coughing due to speaking too much.

"Hya-shoo! ...Cat fur sticks to everything..." Venice muttered with a sniffle. "You okay?"

Silver let out a little wheezy chuckle and smiled mischievously. He shook a bit of Blaze's fur out of his quills, and Venice sneezed again.

"Stop that." He told the hedgehog angrily.

Silver smirked. Even though he was sick and felt like he was suffering in hell, he managed to have fun. He shook more of her fur out and made Venice sneeze again. It got harder to breathe, and he felt awful.

"Silver, once is enough." Blaze sighed.

"You... you think... th-this... is– Gasp! ...funny, huh?" Venice wheezed.

Silver nodded and grinned, then noticed the red stain of blood on Venice's arms. Light gray quills were stuck in his arms. They pointed and frowned.

The mink looked at his arms and smiled a bit. "I'm fine. I'm more– Cough! ...worried about you, despite the fact... that you triggered my... allergies... on purpose, you prickly bastard. Once Mom comes back– Gasp! ...with the medicine, I'll have her help."

Silver giggled and helped Venice get the quills out of his arms.

"Thanks. You may... be a... prickly bastard, but you're our prickly bastard. Love you, bro."

"Haha, love you too." Silver smiled. The moment was ruined when he coughed three times and Venice and Blaze got worried.

"I told you... not to talk... for a bit." Venice frowned.

"My throat is on fire..." Silver coughed for about five seconds and whimpered in pain. Tears fell from his eyes. It hurt.

Blaze happened to cough at the same time, then smiled slightly and tried to help Silver feel better. "Haha, Silver, we were cough buddies again!"

Silver smiled slightly. "Hehe."

Some tears formed in Blaze's eyes and they started to cry. "I love you. You're my greatest treasure, Silver. If you died I don't know what I'd do." They burst into full-on sobs. It was very rare for them to cry that hard, but it felt relieving in a way, until the coughing fits came back. It was so smoky.

Joy came back very shortly after and gave Silver a dose of cough medicine. He quickly gulped it down, then gagged and stuck his now bright red tongue out in disgust.

"I'll never get used to the flavor." He muttered. He got a cough drop from his backpack and sucked on it for even more relief. He heard his friend's muffled wails into a pillow and frowned. "Um, Blaze, are you okay?"

Blaze sniffled and whimpered. "I love you so much! You're... my best friend..."

Joy saw that Venice and Charlie's arms/hand were a bit bloody and filled with little quill-sized stabs. She cleaned the two's wounds, then cleaned Silver's blood-stained quills. "Are you okay, Venny?"

Venice tried to say something, but his allergies went haywire and he spent a minute coughing and wheezing.

"Are you feeling alright, Venny? You sound terrible..." Joy frowned.

"Silver... purposefully– Wheeze! ...triggered... allergies..."

Joy glared at the hedgehog. "Being sick doesn't excuse that sort of behavior, Silver."

"It was funny."

"How would you feel if Venice purposefully triggered your asthma?" Joy asked.

"Not funny..."

Venice took another antihistamine and his itchiness and breathing difficulty started to go away. He chuckled to himself and looked over to Silver. "You better watch out, Silv."

"Venice." Joy spoke firmly.

Silver laughed and assured their mother that it was all in good fun.

Blaze interrupted the moment by coughing relentlessly. Her throat burned like she had breathed in capsaicin spray from Carolina due to how much she had cried. The smoke led to more coughing, so she went back to the window so she'd be able to breathe. "Need... smoke... gone... Wheeze! ...Hurts..."

"Is the ventilation system on?" Joy asked.

"I think so... but–" Blaze coughed harder and more smoke got pushed out.

Silver heard their friend hack up a lung and searched through their bag until they found another cough drop. They gave it to Charlie and told him to bring it to Blaze.

"You're the only one here who wouldn't die from entering the room." The hedgehog joked.

Charlie opened the door and got blasted by smoke. He blew it towards the window with his arm cannon so Silver wouldn't breathe any in, then closed the door to reduce the chances even more.

It took a while, but Charlie eventually blew away all the smoke. Blaze gasped for air, then breathed a sigh of relief. She sucked in a wheezy breath and tried not to get rid of all of Charlie's hard work by coughing up more smoke.

After blowing the smoke away and walking to the window, he tapped on Blaze's shoulder.

"Arma." He held out his hand and Blaze smiled.

"Gracias." Blaze took the cough drop and sucked on it for a bit.

Charlie saw Silver in the camera and waved. He decided to sit with Blaze since she looked lonely.

"You want to stay with Blaze?" The hedgie asked. He got a confirmation from Charlie and smiled. "Have fun."

"Thanks. You're so sweet." Blaze smiled. She let out a few pained coughs, then immediately apologized. "I didn't mean to get smoke in your face!"

Charlie coughed out some fire due to breathing in the smoke, which accidentally hit Blaze in the face. She wasn't hurt, just covered in soot. She found the whole situation funny and sweet.

"Is that your revenge? I guess we're even." Blaze smiled. She and Charlie giggled and Silver got a little jealous.

"You're fast friends with every Fire-Type ever, huh?"

Blaze grinned. "Well, I'm a Fire-Type."

She suddenly got a text from Amy, the hedgehog girl from the Eevee Raid. The cat hung up the call and went to the door.

"Hi, Blaze." Silver said as he saw her walk by.

Blaze nodded and pulled her shirt up to prevent Amy from getting sick. She got to the door and opened it.

Amy and Rosebud, who had evolved into a Tinkaton, wore matching heart dresses with different hammer motifs: a Piko Hammer for Amy, and a Tinkaton hammer for Rosebud.

Rosebud set her giant hammer down and got two pairs of beautiful metal bracelets from Amy.

"Tinka." She squeaked, giving the bracelets to Blaze.

"Thanks, Rosebud. Now, Amy, what method of payment should I use?" The cat asked. Smoke leaked from her shirt as she coughed.

"Are you okay?" Amy asked.

"I'm sick." Blaze coughed again and pulled their shirt down so they could breathe. A puff of smoke left their mouth with every cough.

"Pyrokinesis, I'm guessing?" Amy asked. She fanned the air in front of her face and held her nose. "Augh, it smells like a wildfire..."

Blaze frowned. "Oh no, I hope I don't get you sick!" She coughed again and frantically apologized.

"Get some rest. You can pay me another day. Happy Luvdisc Day!" Amy told the Pyrokinetic. "Say hi to Silver for me!"

Rosebud picked her hammer back up and walked down the path with her Trainer. The pair of pink hammer wielders clinked their hammers together and giggled as they walked along the path.

Blaze smiled and closed the door, then walked up to Silver.

"I know I'm not supposed to be out here, because, y'know, the whole coughing up smoke thing, but I got you a present." She gave him two of the metal bracelets.

The bracelets were silver colored and had a beautiful rose pattern that stuck out and mimicked a flower chain. Both were engraved with a word in cursive. One of them said "Silver" and the other said "Amigo".

Silver gasped and tears filled his eyes. He put on his bracelets and hugged Blaze. "Where did–" The smell of smoke clung to Blaze and made him cough. "...Fucking illness. Can't go a single minute without coughing!"

"Haha, yeah. It sucks."

"It was probably the smoke in Blaze's fur." Joy, who was watching and making sure they were okay, told them.

"Oof, right." Blaze chuckled nervously.

"Haha, I'm so not in the mood to suffocate." Silver smiled and let go. "Anyway, where'd you get the bracelets?"

Blaze put on her matching bracelets. The only differences between hers and Silver's were the name and gender connotation. "Amy and her Tinkaton made them. They say hi."

Silver smiled. "You're the best friend ever. I love you, Blaze."

"I love you too. Now I'm gonna go back to the guest room so I don't put you in more danger." Blaze walked back to their room with a huge smile.

Silver looked at the metalwork on the bracelets and gasped in awe. "She's so talented..."

After eating a light dinner and taking their meds, the teens fell asleep early. They spent a few days at Silver's house and Blaze and Venice became friends.

#toxic electricity #the blazing silver light of paldea #swearing tw #near death tw #blood ment tw #gross tw #this poor hedgie can't catch a break...#fourth wall break

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dovahkiin796 · 2 years

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Silver Eyes the graphic novel Part 1

The Silver Eyes. The first expanded material Five Nights at Freddy's had ever received. It was such a big deal back in the day as it meant more lore and probably help explain a few things. And it did, but not in the way people thought it would. Scott himself confirmed the Charlie Trilogy is set in a different universe from the games. So, certain key events played out differently or in a similar manner. However, some important elements did find their way into the story of the games. (Now this isn’t a review of the book. For that I would review the novel version instead of the graphic novel one. As I think the graphic version took some liberties with some scenes and probably the dialogue. I also won’t show every comic page. Just the ones that catch my interest. One more thing. As I don’t want this post to be too long. I’ll only have five or six images on a post.)

I do like the cover of the first book. Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie towering over Charlie and leering down at her. While Charlie is small and defenseless against them. Plus, around her the world is warping. As if reality is starting to be affected by the madness she’s about to uncover.

We start off the book with main protagonist Charlie Emily out of breath and hiding behind some arcade cabinets in what looks to be inside of an abandon restaurant. The person she’s hiding from is obvious by the silhouette and to those who read the book. But they’re ruthlessly tearing through the machines to get to the brunette. Breaking the screen and ripping out the wires.

Foxy found his booty. I apologize but I had to pay homage to the old meme. But in all seriousness, this would be crap pants scary for anyone. Trying to desperately hide from an animatronic that stands about 6ft in height and has a legit hook for a hand. And the first thing it wants to do with said hook hand is to gut you alive. Foxy’s drawn pretty well in the final panel.

We go back in time and see Charlie driving into her hometown known as Hurrican in the state of Utah. It’s not long till Charlie parks in front of her childhood home and it appears to be rundown. Showing no one has lived in it for a long time. Man, I can only picture in my head how it feels to return to a home you haven’t lived in for years.

I skipped a few pages of the book showing how rundown the house looks on the inside. Charlie enters into old bedroom and finds her childhood toys named Theodore and Stanley. Theodore being that Bonnie-like stuffed animal toy and Stanley being the unicorn. Again, like with returning to a home you haven’t lived in since childhood. It must be nostalgic to see some toys you haven’t seen in a long time. However, this isn’t the last of Charlie’s toys.

The third and final toy is the Ella doll. This doll plays a huge role in the Charlie Trilogy, but that’s for later. Ella would make a return but in the Fazbear Frights universe as an alarm clock where she made a woman named Delilah’s life a living hell. Constantly waking her up at 1:35AM in the morning. Driving the woman to pure insanity. It would be revealed much later Ella wasn’t actually doing anything to Delilah and it was actually Eleanor. That’s all for now folks. See you in the next part.

#five nights at freddy's #charlie trilogy #silver eyes #my thoughts

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amillionmillionvoices · 2 years

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can i do the insert prompt here? i’d love to see rebecca and ted reuniting after spending a few months apart :)

[insert prompt here] — you post a prompt, and i’ll write three sentences based on that prompt, set in the same time/setting as my current project

She texts him a week before he's set to come home, demands his flight information. Tells him she'll send a car. He tries to protest, that it's unnecessary, he'll take an Uber, but Rebecca just texts back, No, followed by a purple heart that makes his chest do a funny thing. So he sends her his itinerary.

The first surprise comes when he checks in, and the woman behind the counter tells him he's been upgraded to first class. You pull some strings, boss? he texts—because they're only texting, still, even after over a month of regular communication—and Rebecca replies just as he's taking his seat: Get some sleep if you can.

He doesn't, not even in the comfy lounge chairs of first class, but he does take a beer and eats the better food and watches a few movies with bleary eyes. He feels a bit on edge—always, always, heartbroken about leaving Henry, and guilty about the frisson of excitement he has on returning to Richmond. He's missed the team, and Beard, and coaching, and Mae's, and pasties, and Rebecca.

Ted leans back against his seat and lets out a sigh. He doesn't know what to do about Rebecca. The gulf between them feels slightly less vast, with their daily texts, but he hasn't heard her voice in months, and he feels both guilty and trepidatious, uncertain whether the distance is all him, or if it's something she likes, or doesn't care about, or isn't bothered by. He doesn't know if she's had sleepless nights, too, thinking about how much he misses her. How he feels like he's been a horrible friend. How much he wants to apologize, but doesn't know how to start. How he wants to get back to where they were, wants to move forward, so badly his chest aches with it.

He dozes off thinking of Rebecca, and jolts awake to the flight attendant saying they're preparing for landing.

And then there's the bustle for his bag, the long line at customs, the occasional shouts of "Hey, wanker!" across the hall. Ted smiles and hopes he doesn't look as completely ragged as he feels as he makes his way to baggage claim.

He expects Ollie, or Rebecca's driver Charlie, or even Higgins, who picked him up last time as a favor.

Instead, he pulls his bags off the carousel, turns around, and finds Rebecca standing in front of him, dressed down in jeans and a t-shirt that does admittedly great things for her arms, and a plain baseball cap that shadows her face.

Ted blinks, almost doesn't trust his tired eyes—but she's close enough that he can smell her perfume, so familiar, and it makes his throat tighten.

"Rebecca?"

She tilts her head higher and smiles, just a bit nervous around the edges, but trying to hide it. "Welcome back," she says, and looks, for a moment, like she wants to hug him, and he wants that so badly his arms tingle. She holds his gaze, but doesn't seem to find whatever it is she's looking for, because she reaches for his bag instead and says, "Come on. There's coffee for you in the car. How was your flight?"

Ted talks just to fill the silence, tells her all kinds of unnecessary things about the flight attendant who hadn't heard of Easy Rider and the man next to him who was listening to some kind of audiobook about 401ks at a volume meant to shatter glass, and he thanks her at least three times before they even make it out of Heathrow for upgrading his flight and she just shrugs like it's nothing and says, "Being the gaffer of a premier league team has to have some perks."

"Well, gettin' a ride from the boss herself is a pretty good perk on its own," he says, and swears Rebecca flushes.

"It's not a problem," she says, staring resolutely in front of her. "It's what any friend would do."

Ted blinks, studies her face, sees the way her eyes dart to his and then away, the way her fingers flex on the steering wheel—like she's put something into the air between them she isn't certain is true. Something she doesn't quite believe, but wants to. An olive branch, he thinks, and smiles, and for the first time in months, thinks they're probably going to be just fine.

[ send me a fic ask! ]

#ted lasso #rebecca welton #fic #asks #replies #thank you nonny!#i hope you like it!

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bookishofalder · 3 years

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Night Changes [Four]

Summary: Desire and darkness consume Poe and the reader, leaving them with only one goal. In the aftermath, years of pain and grief finally surface.

Warnings: 18+ Sex Pollen=dubcon/noncon smut. Dark themes, mild violence/injury descriptions, language, angst, fluff. WC: 10,551

A/N: SURPRISE! One day early because I love you all and got my shit together this week. PLEASE NOTE the red banners are visual cuts you can use to skip the dark smut should you prefer to!

Poe stood next to Charlie on the tarmac, waiting impatiently with his stomach in knots of excitement and anticipation. Even Charlie was shifting from foot to foot, uncharacteristically quiet while watching the transport ship slowly landing. When it hit the ground and the flight intake crew moved forward to help with debarking, he tossed Poe his signature grin.

“Ready, Flyboy?”

Poe laughed, “What does that even mean?” He glanced down at his shirt, straightening it for the tenth time before smoothing his hair carefully. “It’s been two years, I’d have gone to pick her up myself if they would have let me.”

“That’s my point,” His friend replied smoothly, raising a brow at Poe, who gazed back at his best friend, bewildered. “Two years apart, barely been able to speak with her, you keep her picture in your inner pocket here,” He tapped Poe over the heart, where the picture would be if he was in his flight suit, “You two are the most clueless lovebirds, I swear. Don’t hold back on my account.”

Glancing at the ship to see the ramp still hadn't lowered, Poe frowned, a rush of emotions swirling within. “You...uh, knew how I-?”

Charlie clapped Poe on the shoulder, “Isn’t there a term for it? Soulmates, I think. Yeah.”

“Charlie, I don’t think-“

Charlie rolled his eyes, “I’m not saying anything else about it, don’t worry. Just wanted you to know I understand why you took so long picking the perfect shade of sand shirt to wear under your jacket.”

Poe hummed in response, stunned by the casual way his friend spoke like everything was inevitable. He wasn’t so sure, though he’d always thought the term ‘soulmate’ could apply to platonic relationships. And while he was pretty sure he’d never just felt platonic toward you in any sense, Poe wasn’t going to get his hopes up that you actually may return his feelings.

Two years ago, Poe had held you the entire night before his and Charlie’s departure for D’Qar, cried along with you over how impossible it felt to part, to not see each other every day when his life had been wrapped around yours since as long as he could remember. He had left a part of himself there with you on Yavin-4, and now you were about to disembark your transport ship and unknowingly hand it back to him by simply being with him, real and tangible.

He was nervous to see you, he didn’t know why. Maybe Charlie’s words were only highlighting Poe’s own concerns now that you were mere moments away. He had barely even been able to get in contact with you for two years, he and Charlie were far enough away and regularly over-worked that it was impossible to do as much as they both would have liked. What if you climbed off of this ship as a completely different person? Perhaps things wouldn’t be as easy and natural between you both now, after so long apart.

He’d gotten through these past two years without you knowing he would always have his memories of you, that before he knew it you would be with him-and Charlie-again, and new memories could be made. Maybe you didn’t feel the same. Regardless, the last thing Poe was going to do when he finally had you back was confessing his feelings and risk fucking everything up straight off the cuff. He’d lived with these feelings for a long time, he could continue to do so now.

Lost in his thoughts, Charlie suddenly stood taller next to Poe, who glanced at his friend to find he was beaming toward the transport ship. Following his gaze, he first saw that the ramp was down and many of the passengers were now splitting away meeting friends and family. It only took him a moment from then to locate you.

The moment his eyes landed on you, excitedly bouncing down the ramp with a duffel bag over your shoulder, eyes searching wildly around, Poe felt every single worry melt, and a heavyweight on his shoulders seemed to lift away. You still looked like you, and stars were you ever beautiful, the loveliest woman-because, you were a woman now, not a kid, not a goofy teenager-he’d ever laid eyes on. He drank you in, during those moments you hadn’t yet spotted Charlie’s waving arm. Two years had given your curves a new classification, a reverence within Poe rising as he gazed briefly in surprise at the swell of your breasts, the fullness in your hips.

He could...drop to the ground right here and declare his undying love for you, just for coming back to him with that same fucking perfect smile. Just for the way your eyes finally found him and Charlie and you lit up like a sun, bathing everyone lucky enough to be within your presence in your warm glow. It was a fucking sight, a moment that he would never forget; you grinning and then hurrying forward through the crowd. Your duffel bag hit the ground just seconds before you were throwing yourself toward your brother and Poe, who each expected exactly what you would do and easily stepped forward and caught you. Crushing you between them in an embrace that felt so whole, so entirely right. Poe felt for the first time in two years as though he were home.

Wherever in the galaxy Poe went, if he had you with him it would be home.

“Oh stars, kriffing STARS,” You were squealing, an arm wrapped behind each of their necks to hold yourself up, your lips peppering warm kisses between them each, “I’ve missed you both so much, my best guys!” You had a few happy tears on your cheeks now, Poe noticed when you leant your head to his and pressed your forehead to his own, repeating the affectionate greeting with Charlie.

“Kid, fuck it’s good to see you,” Charlie’s voice was thick with emotion, but his eyes were much drier than both yours and Poe’s. “How was the trip?”

“Maker, Charlie, Poe-you’re both so tall!” You laughed, realizing you were dangling a few inches above the ground as they held on to you. Poe liked the way he could feel your laughter as your body moved against him; as though you were passing it to him. “The trip was fine, crap food but I had a nice elder lady as my seat-mate. Reminded me of mum.”

They set you down, though Charlie was stroking your hair out of your face and Poe kept his hand on your waist, unable to let you go and lose the sensation of you finally, finally in his arms again. He never wanted to be apart from you for that long again, not if he could help it.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t make it home for mum’s funeral,” Charlie murmured, an apology he’d repeated many times since your mother’s passing a few months prior.

“Hey,” You smiled sadly, “You two spent a lot of credits to holo-call in for it, that meant a lot to me. You know mum would have been livid if you’d abandoned your duties just for her.” Still, a few more tears slipped down your cheeks and Poe reached up with his free hand to gently wipe them away as Charlie nodded solemnly, opening his mouth to respond when-

“Horn! Hey, come meet my brother!” The three of you glanced around, Poe recognizing one of the mechanics Charlie was friendly with waving him over. Pressing a quick kiss to your temple and assuring you he’d be right back, Charlie hurried away to greet the mechanic and his brother.

When you turned to peer back up at Poe, your grin wide and eyes seemingly doing their own assessment of him, he realized that this was now the first time you’d been alone together since that night two years ago. Feeling his face flush, Poe tugged you close against him and pressed his lips to the top of your head. You certainly hadn’t gotten any taller yourself, now especially small in his embrace. Something about the realization settled warm in his belly, but he pushed the thoughts away.

“Missed you so much, sweetheart,” He whispered, pulling back slightly to look down into your eyes again. Your expression was a little shy, as though you were pleasantly caught off guard by his affection, “How have you been, really?”

You had your hands pressed against his chest as you smiled up at him. “Good, glad to be here finally. Yavin-4 didn’t feel like home anymore after mum,” You trailed off, eyes falling and brightening somewhat as you gazed at his chest. “Poe, you got uh,” You slide your hands across the expanse of him and Poe had to work to keep himself from gasping at the sensation of it as heat coiled within him, “Like, big? Broad. Wow, oh and less scruffy, too!” You added, eyes swinging back up to his clean-shaven jawline.

Poe made a noise of embarrassment at your words, smiling at you shyly. Reaching up with one hand, you stroked along his jaw one, two, three times. Dousing fuel on the fire within him, the motion was so second nature, intimate, comforting, that he really could have gathered you in his arms right there and pressed his lips to yours. He wanted to ask you if you realized how much he fucking loved you, if you had any idea what you did to him, body and soul and mind consumed and controlled by you and only ever you.

Instead, taking a deep breath, Poe shifted himself away from you casually, leaning at the same time to bring his head level to yours, his nose scrunched, “And you are exactly as short as I remember. Actually, might be shorter with my extra couple of inches now.”

“Rude,” You laughed, playfully smacking his shoulder, whatever tension that had just been present now gone. Your eyes strayed away from Poe’s to look all around at what you could see of the Rebel base here on the tarmac, your gaze landing almost hungrily on a nearby x-wing before jumping to watch as several flew overhead; the current patrol.

He watched you in adoration as you drank in your first real glimpse of the Resistance, your eyes widened in wonder and excitement that Poe had felt too the moment he’d arrived on D’Qar.

But in truth, it didn’t compare to what he was feeling right now.

Poe reached up and stroked your cheek, “Welcome home, (y/n).”

MISSION DAY SIX - ABOARD CRUISER

“Commander.” You stepped out of the cockpit, your hands twisting in front of you nervously. Poe looked up from where he sat on the bottom bunk. “We’re safely in hyperspace. Autopilot engaged.” You kept your voice soft, as if afraid he would startle.

Or maybe you were afraid of him now. He wouldn’t blame you.

Rather than replying, Poe simply made a noise that was meant to be confirmation he had heard you but it came out strangled enough that it sounded like he was in pain. And he was in agony but he was trying to hold it all back, figure out how to forget.

Did there exist a plant that could make him fucking forget?

He watched as your face twisted before you dropped to your knees in front of him, his body stiffening when you pushed between his legs. Your hands came to rest gently on his cheeks as Poe met your eyes, their expression mirroring his own; pain, regret. But there was something more there, though it hurt him to see it: concern.

“Poe,” Your voice was soft and Poe felt himself tremble in response, unwilling to accept your kindness. “Please, Poe. You didn’t do anything wro-“

Poe jerked himself out of your hold, leaning back as you remained crouched before him, your hands falling to his thighs to keep steady. “Didn’t do anything wrong?” He breathed, watching you look up at him. “I keep hurting you. All I do is hurt you, (y/n). Don’t tell me everything is okay.”

MISSION DAY FOUR

Desire.

It was...the only thing you could feel anymore. All there was. Nothing else in your mind, like it had been scraped of every memory, every morsel of you and the only thing that remained was this burning, intense thirst. It was fucking incredible, there was no pain anymore, the heat felt like it belonged, that you were designed for the sole purpose of allowing it to burn you. When you set your gaze to the man before you, you could see that he was burning too.

Poe, with his dark eyes and heaving chest, moved quickly-almost too quickly, and you wondered if the pollen gave humans a physical boost. It would make sense because when he was suddenly lifting you and thrusting you against the stone wall, you didn’t feel it. There was only pleasure, no pain, no disorientation, but fuck the feel of his hands finally on you was exactly what you needed. The relief of his touch was enough to have you craving more, more now, now!

As if reading your mind, he was swiftly peeling your layers of gear off, ripping and tossing the material, tugging off your boots, one hand holding you against the wall and it wasn’t until he was sliding your pants down that you realized you were dangling a few feet above the ground. So there was definitely some juice to the pollen. Something about that realization made your toes curl in anticipation.

“Please, please fuck me, I can’t wait another minute,” You heard yourself begging, and dark Poe smirked, pulling his clothing off before adjusting his grip on you. Now, his hand slid down to roughly hold your ass, pressing his body against yours so closely you were supported between him and the wall. You wrapped your legs around his hips, moaning at the feel of his erection pressed into your thigh, and you glanced down to watch as he lined himself up with your cunt.

And stars, he was huge, the biggest you’d ever had. Thick and veiny, you let out the filthiest moan just looking at his cock, your sounds morphing into screams when he tilted his hips and thrust into you completely in one swift motion. Filling you. Growling as he claimed you entirely.

It should have hurt. Even with how wet you were, being split open and filled so brutally should be agonizing but it felt amazing. You could hear yourself demanding he never stops once he began a fast, harsh pace. Your head knocked back into the wall and you still felt no discomfort, not with dark Poe surrounding you, filling you so perfectly. One of his hands did shoot up and grip your jaw, pressing your head into the wall so that you couldn’t look anywhere but at him.

He was feral, his expression greedy and dangerous and it only made you clench around him. “Fuck,” He groaned both hands tightening their hold on your hip and face, “G-going to fucking ruin you for any other cock, little girl. Fucking brat, always so mean, and now you’re begging for me to fill you up, aren’t you?”

You were delirious with pleasure, his words shot straight to your pussy, but you still managed to reply. “Want you to...fill me up, use me, just n-never stop fucking me.” He growled at your words and pressed his lips to yours, his hand on your jaw forcing your mouth to open so that he could lick into you, taste you and swallow your whimpers and moans for more. After a few minutes of this pace, you felt the coil you hadn’t realize was tightening suddenly snap, and you gushed all over his cock as you had your first orgasm.

“Oh maker, I’m cumming, fuck!” But even as you came, crashing through wave after wave, dark Poe didn’t let up and you didn’t feel even remotely spent. An orgasm of that magnitude should have had you passing out; instead, you screamed for more.

Poe couldn’t get enough of your body, tight pussy clenched around him as he took you in every position. He didn’t feel tired, sore, and despite having already filled you several times with his seed, his erection hadn’t worn off. You allowed him to roughly handle you into whatever pose he felt like, though you would curse if he took too long, and then mewl when he’d enter you again and begin harshly pounding you. Those dark eyes of yours always focused on him, taunting him. Begging him to claim you.

He was behind you on the floor now, one hand gripping your hip and the other pressed into your lower back, forcing you to arch for him. You were screaming for more even as he relentlessly slammed into you and he only grinned at the idea of giving you what you wanted. He smacked your ass to punctuate every other word, “So fucking tight! Such a good little slut, taking all my cum, you want more now?” He slapped you one last time as his hips slowed, his orgasm tearing through him and pulling another from you and he cursed aloud at how fucking good it felt when you squeezed his cock during your high.

“More, fuck, more!” You whined moments later, even as his forward thrusts forced out the excessive amount of cum he’d filled you with. It was hot, the visual alone enough to hold his attention as you wiggled against him and begged.

“Good little slut, taking me so well,” He moaned, leaning over your back and nipping marks into your neck. When he rose back up, he pulled you with him so that you were flush against his chest as he picked up the pace again. The new angle seemed to hit something inside you differently, as your renewed screams were filling the room within seconds. “Such a perfect body, look at these tits.” He whispered into your ear, one hand cupping your breast and pinching your nipple.

You came again, drenching his cock and before you even stopped moaning from the high you were asking for more.

And fuck, he was going to give you more.

Hours, it had definitely been hours. At least six, you thought, if the light from filtering from the hall was anything to go by. The sun was different on this planet, never fully setting, so from your best knowledge you guessed Poe and you had been fucking for a good six hours, minimum.

It wasn’t enough. You hoped it never stopped. Maybe it wouldn’t.

It still didn’t hurt. Each orgasm wasn’t yet enough. You could see rather than feel the bruises on your skin, the cuts on your knees and hands from the rough ground. Even when Poe spanked you, the bite was momentary and delicious. This high was simply incredible. The sensation of him coating your insides with thick ropes of cum was forever engrained in your mind now.

You were riding him now; had been for the last few orgasms. He liked letting you do the work even though it didn’t feel like work-and watched as you rolled your hips and bounced for him, his hands occasionally reaching up to play with your tits. When he would come, he would grab your hips and slam you down, his strength preventing you from moving as he filled you deep, usually pulling your orgasm along with him because he was just so fucking sexy groaning for you.

“Like riding me, little girl?” He growled, releasing your hips and allowing you to start moving again. This time, you braced your hands on his chest so that you could change the angle, moaning when his thick cock dragged along your walls in the most perfect way. Kriff.

“Love it, never stopping,” You gasped, the room loud with the noises you each made and the sounds your cum stuffed pussy made each time he entered you. “Fuck, so fucking good.��

You sunk yourself onto his cock for a long time, watching his face as he filled you over and over, and still, it wasn’t enough.

Was it ever going to be enough?

Poe could see you were cock drunk, your grasp on Basic slipping to the point where you simply whimpered out short phrases, some of them entirely unintelligible. It was incredible, seeing you bent over the table, stuffed full of his cock and unable to articulate properly how good it felt.

“Oh fuck, here you go, take my cum,” He snapped his hips forwards and came, his grip on your hips like steel, holding you in place to take every last drop. You came moments later, your orgasm soaking him and dragging his out again. After just a moment, he readjusted you, lifting one of your legs onto the table and holding it there, his other hand sliding up your back and pressing to the back of your neck, pinning you.

“Oh, fuck, fuck!” You screamed when he started up again. He smirked, enjoying the sound of his body slapping against yours. From the way he held you, Poe had his wrist comm directly in his line of sight. After a moment, he registered the time on the display and realized that you’d been fucking for twelve hours, give or take. Twelve hours.

“Fuck, been fucking you all day little girl, filling you with my cum for fucking hours and hours,” He groaned, pressing you into the table even more. You whimpered in response, unable to speak. “Yeah, you love it, don’t you? Want more, come on I know you can speak, tell me you want my cum.”

“Uh, fuck I w-want, want your c-cum, please!”

“Yeah you do, fucking slut,” He picked up the pace again, then shot over the edge as you screamed, “Take my cum, take it, fuck.” Poe growled, still amazed at how tight you were, milking his cock perfectly every time. Once his orgasm subsided, he flipped you over onto your back and took a moment to gaze down at you.

Your black eyes were staring up at him hungrily, waiting for him to decide his next move. When you licked your lips, an idea popped into his head. He reached down and spun you so your head was at the edge of the table, your legs pointing away from him. He moved you so that your head just dangled over the edge, and then he pushed his fingers into your mouth, wetting them.

“Gonna put my cock down your throat, think you can handle that?” He said, grunting when your lips wrapped around his fingers and sucked a little. He was quick to replace them with his cock, one hand moving to hold under your head and the other guiding his length into your eager little mouth. “Fuck, yes.” He moaned, quickly setting a steady pace.

Once he had a rhythm going, Poe used the hand not supporting your head to place one of yours behind that one, “Tap, fucking hell yes, t-tap my hand if you need air, ah shit!” He just managed to give you the instructions before the overwhelming feeling of your mouth working on him so expertly had his balls pulling up and before he knew it, he was shooting his load down your throat.

You swallowed everything and then continued sucking him off as he fucked your face.

Thirteen hours.

He tasted delicious. You’d almost wished, when he shot that first load down your throat, that he’d started things out this way so that the taste of him was on your tongue the whole time. You made up for it by taking as much as you could, swallowing around his length as you pulled orgasm after orgasm from him.

Eventually, you were moaning around him enough that he realized it had been a while since you’d cum, and he pulled from your mouth. His dark gaze searched your cum covered face greedily before he climbed onto the table, pulling you up to lift you over his cock. He lowered you slowly onto him, the stretch exactly what you needed and so perfect that the moment you were fully seated you came, jerking in his arms.

You were in his lap, your legs wrapped around his back, and you briefly thought of how this was the most intimate position yet. Your chests pressed together, and he was expertly moving you in his lap, helping you to ride him.

His face was a breath away. You closed the gap.

He groaned when your mouth opened for him, letting his tongue taste the mixture of you and his spend. You squeezed his cock harder, you were so turned on, and it only took a few more rolls of your hips to feel yourself come undone again.

Your head felt heavy, so you let it fall into the crook of his neck, nuzzling.

“Oh yeah, so fucking good,” You whimpered, your arms around him, “Oh, Poe don’t stop!”

Poe.

Your Poe.

This is how...this is how he would have liked to be with you the first time, how he pictured it when he was younger. You straddling his lap, wrapped around each other as you rolled your hips and he pulled the most delicious sounds from you with his deep thrusts. It was intimate, the position allowing him to move between kissing you, holding you, licking your breasts, ensuring you were enjoying it as much as him.

He could whisper sweet nothings into your ear this way, tell you he loved you and that he’d take care of you. And you would have liked it too, he knew, because you liked watching his face, reading his expressions every day and he knew that would have translated over to making love.

But this-this wasn’t making love, was it?

You had dropped your head down as you came again, your body curling into his as though for safety, comfort.

“Oh, Poe, don’t stop!”

He was going to cum again, the sound of his name on your lips for the first time hurling him over the edge, “Sweetheart, oh fuck, (y/n)!” He pressed your body into his and dropped his head to your neck, where he peppered it with gentle kisses as he spilled inside of you.

You both slowed your movements after coming down from your highs this time.

Poe felt himself panting, out of breath. You were panting too.

But why...why was he on the table? Poe leaned back slightly and you raised your head at his movement, your eyes meeting his. They weren’t as dark as before, but you looked tired. Poe felt tired, exhausted really.

You were still moving your hips, almost as if on autopilot. But you were frowning at Poe as you did, and then you winced. He froze, watching as you looked down at yourself, his eyes following yours.

“No...” He heard himself whisper in dawning horror. You were covered in marks; bruises or bites, hickies, red welts from places that looked like they’d been slapped.

They had been slapped. He had slapped you.

Poe felt himself softening inside you, a pain in his back and knees, his chest smarting as well. He glanced down and saw track marks from your nails down his chest. He didn’t even remember you doing that, it hadn’t hurt at the time. You whimpered, this time in pain and he looked back up into your eyes. They weren’t dark anymore. You were crying.

“Sweetheart-“ Poe faltered, shaking his head and trying to clear the clinging fog. You shifted a little and he slipped from inside of you. Both you and Poe groaned at the sensation, and you quivered as the mixture of fluids spilled out from inside you. “I-what happened...what did I do?”

Poe was sobbing now too.

It took some time to regain enough strength to move from the table, without the boost the pollen had provided you were both spent and every tired, aching muscle, bruise and bite mark or scratch could be fully felt now. Poe recovered first, easing himself to his feet and searching for the packs you’d each dropped when things...went dark.

You were panting on the table still, in much worse shape than he was and the rising panic inside of Poe was giving him the energy he needed to get to the medkits. He pushed through the pain in his limbs, thirst in his mouth and throbbing in his head-none of it mattered right now, not when you were suffering. He glanced at his wrist comm as he unzipped the medkit and realized, with horror, that it had been fourteen hours. Fourteen hours of brutal, relentless, rough sex.

The plant hadn’t just taken away inhibitions, hadn’t made it impossible to resist one another, no it had obliterated both of you-pushed you both into the far recesses of your minds and forced you to watch as its pollen turned you into feral, angry animals with exactly one goal.

And it stole from you both, stole your consent, your right to chose, abilities to control the urges that were twisted by its potency. Warped into selfish desire, the need for release and control, as if it was some archaic mating ritual-mark, consume, dominate. It wasn’t real, none of it had been, each of you losing yourselves in a hopeless battle against the strength of the pollen. And Poe...he had been violent, mean, brutal. It wasn’t that you hadn’t been, but it was the unavoidable reality that he was much bigger and stronger, the boost of the pollen making it easy to manhandle you.

He would never forgive himself for harming you. For the things he said, the marks left all over your body. If he could have died instead, fought against the pollen and let whatever happened in that case happen, he would have. Ten times over, he would have.

Just like Charlie, he would have sacrificed himself in an instant to protect you.

But you had refused to run and told Poe that you didn’t want to die. At that moment, right as he was coiled to try and run from you, he realized that you could die too. There was no medical backup, no nearby crew to call for help. It was Poe and you and the bacta shots that would have been completely ineffective with the pollen pulsing through your systems. He had to give in, and the darkness had taken him over the moment he accepted it.

He remembers fleetingly thinking of all the times in his life he had let himself think of being with you intimately. Usually guilt-ridden, he pushed the thoughts away; as a teenager, he failed half the time, and as an adult, he tried to refocus on other women, but they never measured up. When his imagination did get the better of him, it was always, always tender. Soft, slow, sensual. Just the very idea of being the one pulling moans from your lips and taking care of you would send him over the edge.

But that wasn’t what happened here. It wasn’t a light high that lowered inhibitions and made the sex last longer, feel more intense. No, this was a sinister plant so potent it drove away each of your humanity and respect for one another, pulling pleasure for yourselves instead of giving it to one another.

It was cold and harsh, and Poe was devastated.

You whimpered suddenly, pulling him from his thoughts, his head shooting up to look toward where you were laying on the table. “Sweetheart?” He stood the medkit in hand and tried to swallow back his sobs as he moved toward you.

“S’okay,” You groaned, eyes pressed tightly shut, “Find the bacta?”

“Yes, I-“ Poe faltered as he stood at the edge of the table, his hands holding the bacta shot he’d pulled out. “Can I touch you, or do you want to try and-?“

“Poe,” You mumbled tiredly, “I’m okay, please just give me the shot.” You attempted to roll yourself to your side and expose your buttocks for him but only ended up sobbing in pain again.

Flinching, Poe reached out and gently, so incredibly carefully, helped you to twist your hips. He heard himself whispering words of comfort but focused on opening the shot and lining it up. When he plunged the needle into you and pressed down on the plunger, you let out a weak but relieved little moan. “You’re okay sweetheart, I’m here, I’ll take care of you.” He promised, tossing aside the bacta shot and brushing his fingers over your face comfortingly.

His shattered heart beat hopefully when you reached up and took hold of his hand, squeezing.

Poe was watching you race Charlie up an older tree, his strength no match for your agility as the smaller sibling. It was a lazy day, hot enough to warrant a day by the river-which was what most of the kids in their town on Yavin-4 had been thinking, it seemed. The banks of the river were piled with kids and teens as far as he could see, though thankfully the prestige of the Horn and Dameron families left your favourite spot along the water relatively free of unwanted guests.

A few friends were nearby, giving Poe his space as he sat leaning against a boulder. A book sat open in his lap, though he’d been distracted many times now thanks to his inability to control his thoughts around you. His father had assured Poe that it was natural at seventeen to have a wandering mind, a surge of hormones, he’d horrifyingly explained. He advised that should the thoughts and feelings become too intense, that Poe needed to take a few breaths, refocus elsewhere, remind himself of the person that deserved his respect and not his wayward thoughts.

But Poe didn’t have these thoughts or feelings or whatever the fuck about anyone but you. It had always been you, and though so far he’d managed to hide his emotional and physical feelings from your notice, it alarmed him in moments like this. When you revealed much more skin than usual in a simple water suit, hair and sun-kissed skin damp from the water, he worried he might slip up. He was as ashamed of the direction his thoughts would go in as he was sure that you would, for the rest of his life, be the only one he ever truly admired so ardently, loved so deeply that he fought to refuse to disrespect you with his hormone fuelled thoughts.

You gave a whoop when you reached the highest point the tree would allow, its trunk and branches thinning enough to make it unsafe to climb any further beyond. A friend of yours, Tahla, and a few of his buddies were nearby in the water, laughing and teasing you from below and jokingly daring you and Charlie to jump. It wouldn’t have been unsafe to do, so instead, you both laughed and began the slow climb down.

You were moving much more slowly than Charlie now, out of breath from the race and taking care not to scratch yourself. Your brother hit the ground, tossed Poe a smirk, then barrelled into the water to cool off. Poe rolled his eyes, laughing as Charlie started picking up some of the smaller guys and tossing them into the water. A game fondly, yet unofficially, referred to as tempting the bull.

Poe adjusted himself against the rock, trying to get comfortable but he felt warm enough now that he thought he should get in the water as soon as Charlie wore himself out enough not to be a threat. You were still a good way up the tree, now slowed even further as you had a conversation with one of Tahla’s friends that had come out of the water to chat with you. Frowning to himself, Poe watched as you continued a friendly banter and felt the clutches of envy reaching for him.

This seemed like a good enough excuse to close his eyes and take one of those deep breaths his father advised. First standing, Poe tugged off his shirt so that he could make his way to the water, then allowed his eyes to flutter shut. Taking half a breath in until the sound of a branch snapping and your scream halted him in his tracks. Poe’s eyes snapped open and then he was frantically running, too far away to do anything as you lost your grip and fell, slamming into the ground on your side and letting out a pained wail.

Poe briefly met Charlie’s wide eyes as they both ran for you from different directions. Panic reflected there, but Poe got to you first and his eyes moved to you. Annoyingly, the blonde who had been speaking to you-distracting you-was knelt over you and worriedly checking you over.

Poe pushed him away from you, “Don’t touch her,” He heard himself snarl, taking a threatening step toward the kid, who raised his hands in surrender, “Get the fuck-“

“Poe,” He halted in his tracks and spun at the sound of your tiny voice, his anger waning the moment he saw you clutching awkwardly at your arm, Charlie knelt beside you. It was like you hadn’t even noticed your brother, though, your eyes only on Poe, surprisingly intense as you stopped him from chasing down Tahla’s idiot friend. “I-I think my arm is b-broken.” You sniffled, eyes streaming, and flinched as some of the tears ran through the scratches on your cheek.

“Oh sweetheart,” He was kneeling in front of you seconds later, inspecting you all over for any more injuries, thankful when your head appeared to be free of any bleeding. He looked to Charlie, who read his thoughts instantly.

“Kid, I’ll run ahead and let the Healer’s know what happened, flyboy’s got you.” Charlie kissed the top of your head and ran off at full speed.

You let out another sob, this time revealing to Poe that your pride was as injured as your arm. He leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours, “You’re okay, sweetheart. I’m here, I’ll take care of you.” And with great care, he slid one arm under your legs, the other bracing your back, lifting you as he stood.

He carried you with great caution, moving a little slower than he’d prefer but, since you were still flushed and awake he figured jostling you too much would cause more damage than taking his time getting you to the healer.

“Were you gonna punch Raine, Poe?” You asked, still holding your arm carefully.

Poe grimaced, “He distracted you, should have waited till you were on the ground to bug you.” He replied tightly, not meeting your gaze as he didn’t want you to see in his expression how upset he was.

You sensed it, though, your good hand reaching up to stroke his jaw one, two, three times in a successful effort to soothe him.

“Raine isn’t all that distracting.” You murmured after a minute. Poe had to bite back a pleased smile, a little guilt bubbling up as a rogue thought tumbled in the back of his head that perhaps you had been looking at someone else when you became distracted.

Poe was a stubborn fucking man, this was something you’d always been keenly aware of, but at this moment you wanted to throttle him for it. You didn’t have the emotional energy to deal with him, though the bacta shot he’d given you had you feeling physically wonderful, it did nothing to help your mind.

And you were so weary, all you wanted to do was sleep but his refusal to receive his bacta shot was preventing that from happening. You just needed to close your eyes for a few hours and let your brain process everything that had happened.

“Poe, there’s no reason for you to say no to the shot. You know I have to do it, it’s my directive-“

“And as your Commander,” He cut you off, pushing the hand that held the shot away, “I’m ordering you to not follow the directive. I’m fine. Don’t need it.”

And he wouldn’t even look at you now, his eyes everywhere but yours, his expression tight. Stubborn, stupid flyboy!

You considered how to convince him, realizing the arguments you had used so far were ineffective. “Poe, I don’t know anything about this pollen.” You stepped up to stand in front of him at the table, both of you now dressed in fresh clothing, skin scrubbed with medical towelettes, though you both needed to take showers urgently. You stunk.

Poe glanced at you nervously as you came into his space, and you wanted to cry at how he looked afraid of you. Afraid to move, because he might hurt you. You could see him taking the last few years and pushing it all into this fucking day, convincing himself that he hurt you again, that it was somehow his fault.

You’d really done a number on him. Your heart filled with sorrow.

“I feel fine.”

You set the shot down on the table next to where he sat, then reached up and grabbed his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your eyes. He flinched at your touch, his body going rigid. “Poe, baby please let me do this,” His brows shot up in surprise at the sincere concern in your voice, the tenderness of your hands on his face, “If for no other reason, to at least prevent cardiac arrest or...or a relapse.” You didn’t want to say this aloud, but you knew that just because you’d been exposed to the pollen once didn’t make either of you immune to its effects. The bacta would ensure that nothing further happened while you were on the planet.

“What?” His voice was sharp, “Are you saying I could...that I might-“

You shook your head, “I’m saying I don’t know, and anything is a possibility if you don’t take the shot.”

Poe sighed heavily, his eyes closing as he gave you a small nod. Wordlessly, he stood and you dropped your hands, picking up the bacta shot as he undid his belt and pushed one side of his pants down just enough to reveal his buttocks. Wasting no time, you plunged the shot into his skin and let out a breath of relief at his sound of content. Without thinking, you placed your free hand on his lower back in comfort.

“Thank you, Poe.”

He fixed his pants and glanced at you over his shoulder, his expression painfully dejected. You wanted to hold him. Instead, he took a few measured steps across the room and stooped to pick up both of your packs, no longer meeting your eyes. You sighed.

“Let’s find somewhere to get a few hours shut-eye.” He said, leading the way out of the room.

You followed him, glancing over your shoulder at the room one last time, your heart ten times heavier than it had been before you entered it.

It didn’t take long to find a room with a few bunks, you and Poe each falling to an empty bed and falling asleep in a matter of moments. You were able to get a few hours, waking up feeling surprisingly refreshed, one of the helpful effects of the bacta shot. You were on your back and blinked up at the base of the upper bunk for a few moments, confused as to why you’d awoken. A sharp, suppressed sob pulled your attention to the bed just across from you, though Poe’s back was to you, you could see his shoulders shaking. He was crying.

It happened then, a monumental shift inside of you that was like seeing your whole life flash before your eyes. Only it was all Poe, every single moment of your life interwoven with him because he had always been there, always been absolutely everything to you. Seeing him across the room from you, trying to hide his pain again. Something in the core of your being shifted. You had to bite back a gasp as you felt several years of pent-up anger and pain begin to melt away until you were left raw, trying to reconcile how you had let your relationship with Poe get to this point, and even why you ran in the first place.

Maker, you were awful. Charlie would be ashamed of you, he loved Poe like a brother and you had been nothing but cruel these last couple of months. Another choked back sob cut through the air and you wanted to walk over to Poe and soothe his pain, assure him everything was okay. But it wasn’t, and you didn’t know how to even begin to try and repair everything between you and him, especially not after what had just happened.

But you did...you wanted your best friend back. Which meant you needed to do some serious thinking. And that couldn’t all happen right here during the mission. So you pretended to just be waking up, noisily to give him a moment to hide his tears and pushed everything else back-just for a little while longer.

Poe stilled, and out of the corner of your eye, you saw his head duck down, no doubt wiping his tears away. By the time you sat up, he was rolling over at pretending he had just woken up as well.

“Hey,” You gave him a small smile, then glanced at your wrist comm. “If we eat something and then start our search, we can be back at the ship in roughly four and a half hours.” Poe nodded in response, sitting up, and you watched him reach into one of the packs by the side of his bed. He pulled out two bottles of water and a couple of rations each, handing yours to you and carefully avoiding touching your skin as he did.

As much as you wanted to tell him you weren’t afraid of him, you knew this moment wasn’t the time to start the conversation. Instead, you ate in silence, Poe’s eyes on the floor and yours gazing at the walls, which had some basic Empire propaganda posted upon them.

After breakfast, you each suited up properly for exploring the facility and set out, wandering the halls cautiously in search of the main control room. It didn’t take too long to find, though you were held up trying to get the door to disengage. When your usual tricks didn’t work, you had to set up a charge and blow the door. You’d used these kinds of minor explosives plenty of times, retreating down the hall further than necessary as you counted down until detonation.

Surprising you, Poe suddenly spun from where he stood next to you and blocked your body protectively with his wider frame as the door was blown off of its hinges. He looked over your head, hands clenched at his sides, but he didn’t move until you leaned to look around him and confirmed it was safe to move in.

You felt as though your heart was sitting in the back of your throat now.

It was well preserved, evidently one of the first rooms to be locked up when the Empire forces abandoned this outpost. It was a treasure trove of intel and you excitedly got to work, breaking away from Poe to complete a safety sweep.

After completing a preliminary search of the room, you found the main control panel and, flipping through every piece of information you had in your brain on old technology, you started pulling it open to seek out where you could insert the data drive you’d brought. You were confident BB8 could crack through any ancient firewalls on any of the data you were able to recover. Poe was doing similar work at the stations' console across the room, working in silence but sometimes you could feel his eyes on you, looking away before you could catch his eye.

A while later and you were on your back under the console, seeking out the hidden panel that would give you access to the data bridge. It took a few minutes, but you finally found it and had to finagle it awkwardly with your nails, trying to pry the cover off. It gave a satisfying little ‘pop’ when you managed to free it.

And then it promptly fell straight onto your face.

It shot straight through your hands, the edge smacking off of the corner of your cheek before bouncing to the ground. “Fuck!” You cried, feeling the skin tear and warm blood pooling out.

Stars, you really were off your game.

Dabbing at the blood carefully with the sleeve of your shirt, you were suddenly dragged out from under the panel by your ankles. Before you could even question what was happening, Poe was leaning over you, his expression panic-stricken, only paling further when he saw the blood on your cheek.

“What happened?” His voice was frantic, hands hovering above you; it was an entirely uncharacteristic reaction for him that for a moment you could only stare up at him in surprise. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

“I’m okay,” You assured him hurriedly, sitting up onto your elbows, “Just dropped that panel on my face.” You gazed at Poe as his eyes dropped from you to the panel now laying on the ground next to you. A modicum of relief swept over his features fleetingly.

Wordlessly, he reached into your nearby pack and pulled out a bacta-spray. When his hands raised toward your face, you watched as he hesitated briefly before he touched you, one hand wrapping around the back of your head to hold you steady, the other applying the bacta-spray.

Still holding you, he dropped the spray into the pack again and pulled out a bandage. “Turn your head for me, sweetheart.” He murmured, his eyes focused on your cheek.

You did as he asked and waited as he used both hands to apply the bandage over your skin. Peering up at Poe when he finished, you were touched by his gentle care, though you understood it was coming from a place of contrition more than anything. His fingers absentmindedly brushed downward, to ensure the edges of the bandage were sealed; you shivered involuntarily at the light contact.

Poe went rigid, his eyes meeting yours briefly in surprise before you glanced away, your face flushing. “Thank you.” You murmured, remaining still until he scooted back and stood, and then you were quickly pushing yourself back under the panel.

MISSION DAY SIX - ABOARD CRUISER

You sat back on your hunches, eyes on the man in front of you as he came apart, the emotions he’d tried hiding from you since that morning now spilling out. You were holding yourself steady by gripping his thighs and could feel the way his body was as rigid as durasteel. You looked at him and reminded yourself that this was what you would do to him if you left again, that leaving things unsaid and unresolved was never the answer.

“I hurt you, over and over,” His hands came to clench at his sides, gripping into the sheets of your bunk, “I said horrible things to you, at Charlie’s funeral and then since you’ve been back, and yesterday I-I can’t even-“

“Yesterday wasn’t you, Poe, it wasn’t either of us.” You interjected softly, urging yourself to remain exceptionally calm as he came undone.

He huffed, unimpressed with your argument, “Y-you and I, we lost everything the day Charlie died. But you kept it together, organized the funeral, smiled and hugged everyone who came up to us...all I could do was stand there and be angry at y-you even though I knew it wasn’t your fault,” Poe shook his head aggressively when you opened your mouth to interrupt, “No, you know it’s true, you even said it yourself. I failed you. And then you came back and I failed you again, let us drift further apart than we’d been when you were in a different galaxy. You lost your brother, and then I lost you both and I-I’m so, fuck (y/n), I am so sorry.”

And he sobbed, a retched, heartbreaking sob that almost knocked you off of your feet, it was so real and deep. You couldn’t help the tears that poured down your cheeks in response, and you were momentarily at a loss of how to respond. How could you even begin to help take away that much pain? When you were the fucking person who caused it?

Unsure of what else to do, you slid forward and in between his legs again, your hands moving to grip his forearms. You rubbed up and down soothingly and held him harder when he tried to pull away.

“You shouldn’t be near me, not after w-what I’ve done to you.” He gasped out, failing to move out of your grasp but continuing to struggle. It was a testament to his fear of causing you harm that he simply didn’t push away, as the stronger person.

“Neither of us had any choice, Poe, we were both covered in that pollen. And,” You moved your head to catch his eye, to ensure he heard your next words, “And Poe, I was the one who tackled us into that bush, who forgot the map they studied for two days that showed that cliff. Do you blame me for what happened?”

Poe almost glared at you, stilling, “Of course I don’t blame you-“

“Then understand that I don’t blame you either, Poe, fuck.”

“(y/n),” His voice dropped, thick with emotion, “You said...right before I-you said that you didn’t want to die. When you put it like that, I knew it meant you understood what was happening but hadn’t heard of a plant this powerful and didn’t know if you could die if we didn’t...” He paused, shaking his head. He looked at you then, through tear-soaked lashes, an expression so full of sorrow you stopped breathing. “That was the only reason I stayed with you. I was fighting it, I was going to make a run for it when you wouldn’t. I wanted to run, let myself die because I could feel what the pollen was making me want to do to you and fuck, it scared me. What I did to you yesterday was horrific. Unforgivable. Everything I’ve done to you is.”

Suddenly, you were angry, his words registering in your brain like an explosion, “Shut up,” You growled, harsh enough to catch him off guard and he was peering at you in surprise, eyes searching your face in confusion. “Don’t ever, ever say-I can’t believe you...why would you want to die, Poe? What the hell is wrong with you? Do you think I could survive you dying? That I would want to live in a galaxy where you and Charlie were both gone? I left, I know, but I always knew you were at least alive!”

Poe gaped at you in shock, looking as though you had just slapped him awake, cleared the fog from his brain. Before you knew what was happening, he reached down for you and gripped your waist before dropping to his knees on the ground with you, crushing you into a tight embrace. His head dropped into the crook of your neck, and you wondered how you ever could be trusted enough for this strong, capable man to let himself become so vulnerable for you.

“Didn’t mean it,” He murmured, nuzzling your neck slightly as you instinctively run your fingers through his hair. “I promise I won’t leave...if you don’t want me to, I won’t leave you.”

You remained in Poe’s arms for some time, the silence was no longer heavy with anger but rather thick with emotion. And stars, you had forgotten what being held by Poe was like, the warmth and safety his arms had always surrounded you with. You let yourself forget; instead, you’d spent these last few years painting a picture of Poe Dameron with only the medium of his final words to you, resulting in an ugly, distorted image that served to fuel your pain, your resentment.

In doing this, you had forgotten how complex Poe was, how he acted cocky, snarky, but deep down he was a serious, earnest man with a heart of gold. He let himself feel, didn’t try to hide his emotions from you or Charlie growing up, he cried when you cried and...and fuck, the one time he messed up and let his emotions get the better of him, you fled and didn’t look back. You didn’t let him apologize, and you knew even if he had found you straight after your fight you wouldn’t have listened.

You abandoned Poe because you had been afraid, a coward if there ever was one in this situation. And you weren’t just running from the loss, you were running from feelings you didn’t understand the depth of until you lost your brother. Because there was this moment, it was so brief, fleeting, but for just one moment you had been relieved that Poe hadn’t died during the Gold team mission.

And what did that make you? Not only a coward for running but a monster for thinking it in the first place. Instead of dealing with any of your feelings, your grief, you took the easy route and fled literal constellations away, severing ties with the one man in the whole galaxy who mattered to you anymore because you were terrified of how fucking in love with him you had been, and how your brother dying was what made you realize it.

Poe had let you shower first, taking time while you were in the fresher to collect all of the items from the mission and put them in an airtight container. He didn’t want to risk any of the pollen getting onto either of you again. Once he’d done that, he put on a fresh pot of caf and was halfway through his first cup when you emerged, hair down in long, damp tendrils, wearing another of Charlie’s old shirts and some worn jersey shorts.

“Oh, maker, caf!” You groaned happily, eagerly accepting the cup he’d poured for you and taking a long swell, eyes closed. Poe watched you, his mind still reeling over everything that had occurred in the last day.

You had been acting so much like the you he remembered, the person he’d grown up with-so kind-hearted, understanding. It was overwhelming to try and process what had happened with the pollen while navigating this shift in his relationship with you. For the first time in a long time, Poe felt as though his best friend was coming back to him.

“Did you,” He paused, gauging your reaction to his voice, but you just observed him over your mug, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Did you keep a lot of Charlie’s things?” If you were upset by the question, it didn’t show. You considered his words, nodding.

“I did, at first. I left so quickly that I didn’t have time to grab anything of his...Tommy and Rico boxed everything for me and kept it stored until I was reassigned.” Your expression tightened at the memory, “I had a few weeks off, I planet hopped to some of Charlie’s favourite spots, then once I was settled in at my new assignment had everything brought over. I kept a lot of his shirts, personal effects. Just donated his pants, really.”

Poe smiled, “I guess there were some very happy big and tall men that found those pants at the shelter.” Cheesy, he cringed internally.

But you laughed, a genuine little giggle just for Poe, one he’d heard a million times before but it had been so long, emotion bubbled up within him and his smile faltered; he glanced away, hoping you wouldn’t notice his shift in mood.

“What is it?”

Poe sighed, mildly amused at your familiar behaviour. You never did let him get away with hiding things if you could help it. Rather than explain how much it meant to him to be standing there with you, laughing, he swivelled the conversation, one last thing on his mind.

“I’m going to say something, and then if you want to just close this conversation after I do, I’m good with that, okay?”

You tilted your head curiously, giving him a little nod, “Sure.”

Poe looked away from you, staring down into his mug as he considered how to phrase what he wanted to say. “I know it was the pollen, all of it,” He took a deep breath, willing his brain to make itself useful, “I still need you to hear me say this: the things I said to you during...while we were under it-I wouldn’t ever say anything like that to you, (y/n). They were mean and filthy, crude words I’ve never...would never...not that we would, I mean, shit.” He ran a hand over his face, holding over his forehead as his frustration with himself grew.

“Poe?” You said after a pause, and he glanced up. Your expression was exceptionally understanding, “The same goes for me. The scratching too wasn’t me. And,” Your lips quirked, “I think I called you Commander a few times, and please know I do not call people by their rank during sex, stars.”

Poe chuckled, “Obviously, that would be fucking embarrassing,” Your smile widened at his response. “It’s just important to me that you know I would never think or enjoy saying mean and degrading stuff like that about a woman, about you.”

You nodded and bit your lip, “I’ve always known that, Poe.” Pausing to take another deep drink of your caf, you then pointed with your free hand to your right forearm, “Also, um, I have an implant so we...that is, I’m not going to, uh...” You trailed off awkwardly.

His eyes widened in horror, realizing he hadn’t thought beyond the potential emotional consequences of what had happened. “Shit, are you sure?”

You nodded vigorously when his gaze fell to your stomach before meeting yours again, “No sex pollen babies.” Each of you looked away at the same moment, embarrassed.

After a few minutes of quiet, Poe looked back down at you. You were standing next to him, leant against the counter and staring unseeingly in front of you. “Sweetheart?”

Your eyes refocused and met his, “Y-yeah, Poe?”

He moved slowly, careful not to startle you. Using his free hand, he cupped the back of your head and lowered his own to press your foreheads together, an affectionate display you had both done since you were little. He felt you relax into it, and for a minute everything was quiet and peaceful and safe.

Poe felt like his shattered heart wasn’t in so many pieces anymore.

And then you reached up with your hand and stroked along his jaw one, two, three times. Just like that, he felt you come back to him.

Poe smiled to himself, getting lost in the feeling.

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